// "I've been so good, but it's still getting harder."
π³Fujioka Koke, Head Gardener of Company 1
π³ FireForce, Multiverse
π³ 26
π³ Likes plants more than most people
"I've been so good, where the hell is the karma?"
@Subject_S012 βNah, βcourse not.β
They laughed awkwardly.
βIf I had meant to, ya probably /wouldnβt/ be so fine!-β
She blinked, waving her free hand in front of her.
βN-not that thatβs a threat or nothinβ! Ha. Um.β
Holding their hand out in front of them, the smiled awkardly.
βFujioka!β
"Of course they're out of the big bags..."
A soft sigh left Koke's lips as their eyes scanned over the bags of mulch.
"I really need it though... guess it's a small bag today."
They heaved the bag up onto her shoulder, stumbling just slightly- and bumping into @Subject_S012.
//It doesnβt matter how fucking βrarelyβ you do smut. If you are even leaving that door open a CRACK on a MINOR, youβre fucking disgusting. Itβs cut and dry. Thereβs no excuse for that behavior, whatsoever.
Get the fuck away from me.
She's going to leave a small bouquet of hand trimmed hydrangea's on @1stCapnBurns 's desk, along with a small handwritten note.
"Captain,
Thank you for everything you've done for me. I'm proud to be a member of your Company.
-Fujioka Koke"
They've never been good with things like this- feelings of affection. Would this be called love?
Regardless of what this feeling was, it was what drove Koke to slip quietly into @LiFoien 's office and set a tiny box on his desk.
It held a small pin shaped like a carnation.
@LiFoien glass. Then, blinking rapidly to rid themselves of the moisture that had built in their eyes, they slipped the bracelet back off and placed it back in the box.
No way they would risk getting such a precious gift dirty while she did her work.
How could this feeling be wrong?
@LiFoien Ge-genuine emerald??
This was not what she was expecting when she had come to grab her tools. Was this.. from the Lieutenant? Why would he give her something like this?
They rolled it gently in their hands, then slipped it carefully over their wrist, as if it were made of +