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[Click. The video feed is switched on with the light bump of the table the communicator was sitting on, and Flonne can be heard singing cheerfully off screen.]
♫ I took a little seed one day
About a month ago
I put it in a pot of dirt
In hopes that it would grow...
[At the end of the stanza, she can be seen stepping in front of the camera's view. She is carrying the pot of the plant she received as a Christmas gift firmly in between her two little hands. Carefully, she walks it over to one of the windows in the living room and sets it down on the floor.]
I poured a little water
To make the soil just right.
I set the pot upon the sill
Where the sun would give it light...
[As she sings, she walks back out of the view of the camera, coming back in shortly after with a small chipped glass of water held in one of her hands. She tips the glass, gingerly pouring the water over the soil.]
I checked the pot most every day,
And turned it once or twice.
With a little care and water
I helped it grow so nice. ♫
[At the end of the song, she giggles and sits down next to the pot. Flonne gently pokes at one of the leaves with a smile. The plant has already sprouted several pretty white blossoms.]
There! Now I bet that you feel even better now, huh, Mr. Flower? Continue to grow up healthy and strong, okay?
♫ I took a little seed one day
About a month ago
I put it in a pot of dirt
In hopes that it would grow...
[At the end of the stanza, she can be seen stepping in front of the camera's view. She is carrying the pot of the plant she received as a Christmas gift firmly in between her two little hands. Carefully, she walks it over to one of the windows in the living room and sets it down on the floor.]
I poured a little water
To make the soil just right.
I set the pot upon the sill
Where the sun would give it light...
[As she sings, she walks back out of the view of the camera, coming back in shortly after with a small chipped glass of water held in one of her hands. She tips the glass, gingerly pouring the water over the soil.]
I checked the pot most every day,
And turned it once or twice.
With a little care and water
I helped it grow so nice. ♫
[At the end of the song, she giggles and sits down next to the pot. Flonne gently pokes at one of the leaves with a smile. The plant has already sprouted several pretty white blossoms.]
There! Now I bet that you feel even better now, huh, Mr. Flower? Continue to grow up healthy and strong, okay?
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Date: 2009-12-31 05:11 am (UTC)From:Just move. NOW.
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Date: 2009-12-31 05:16 am (UTC)From:[The fact that he didn't tell her anything... It only made her more suspicious. But more than anything, it made her feel a deep sense of pity for him. Something was clearly wrong, but she just wasn't seeing it.
...It was just like the time before the Red Moon.
She frowned, lowering her arms slightly. Then she clasped her hands together and closed her eyes, beseeching him, as if in prayer.]
Please, Laharl.
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Date: 2009-12-31 04:25 pm (UTC)From:In the end, he simply didn't have it in him to deny Flonne. Especially when she was begging him like that.
After a long moment, he spun, turning his back to her to hide his face, huffing as he did and shoving the sword into his pocket. (Handy thing, demon short shorts.)]
Tch. Fine. I won't kill it. But it can't stay here. Take it up to the roof or something.
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Date: 2009-12-31 07:42 pm (UTC)From:Oh, Laharl... She just knew that you had it in you!]
Yes! Thank you very much!
[She gave a polite bow, before cheerfully bouncing back up on her feet.]
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Date: 2009-12-31 07:50 pm (UTC)From:Just, get it out of here. And don't thank me!