[ He spends some time in the greenhouse beforehand—it's Misty's place, Larry's, and despite looking like he's only familiar with plants that have been rolled into tumbleweeds, William knows his way around. He doesn't tend anything but he has favorites, plants he checks in on. The growing plot of dandelions and other relocated weeds. The path Misty's started on for the horses.
He's late to the lemon trees—only by a few minutes, a buffer for her to get her bearings. It's a secluded corner on a gentle hill. William strolls up, dressed like a bad omen, and takes a moment to regard the trees, the modest view. ]
Nice to meet you. [ He says, a touch wry. He's soft-spoken, his posture relaxed, but there's an intensity to his gaze that doesn't really abate. ] Does this remind you of somewhere?
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[ He spends some time in the greenhouse beforehand—it's Misty's place, Larry's, and despite looking like he's only familiar with plants that have been rolled into tumbleweeds, William knows his way around. He doesn't tend anything but he has favorites, plants he checks in on. The growing plot of dandelions and other relocated weeds. The path Misty's started on for the horses.
He's late to the lemon trees—only by a few minutes, a buffer for her to get her bearings. It's a secluded corner on a gentle hill. William strolls up, dressed like a bad omen, and takes a moment to regard the trees, the modest view. ]
Nice to meet you. [ He says, a touch wry. He's soft-spoken, his posture relaxed, but there's an intensity to his gaze that doesn't really abate. ] Does this remind you of somewhere?