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[nervendings]

is it too cold for flowers to grow here? i've always wanted to see one. i don't know much about them, though. only that they need water and sunlight.

and the sun is so bright! it's so much better than platinum jail's false stars.

what were your homes like? not your whole worlds, that would probably take a lot of explanation for someone like me. but i think i can probably picture a home if it's described to me. if you don't mind telling me.

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[nervendings]

oh yes! with aoba. do you know him?

[inhumanity]

I've never met him!

Does he like flowers also?

[nervendings]

i'm not sure. i'll have to ask him that, too. i used to have a list of things i wanted to ask him, but i'm going to have to make it again here.

[inhumanity]

[well that's a weird thing to say]

[Christopher will just keep rolling down the indirect route.]

Perhaps you can make the list with him together. One each, to be exchanged!

Oh, but regardless, I can bring some flowers to you to keep until you're well enough to see the greenhouse.

[nervendings]

i think knowing more about me would just upset him.

that would be really sweet of you. i'm sei, by the way.

[inhumanity]

In that case, you should lie to him.

My name is Christopher Chareau de Red. It's a pleasure to meet someone with such budding potential to appreciate flowers.

[nervendings]

i promised i wouldn't. he's much more interesting, anyway.

it's nice to meet you, too! may i call you christopher, or do you prefer something else?

[inhumanity]

Oh, is he from the circus?

'Christopher' is exactly what my friends call me. And you're my friend.

Sometimes they call me 'Chris' so that's all right too.

[nervendings]

no, but he used to be very good at rhyme battles. and i know he lives with someone he calls granny. and he has interesting friends.

really? thank you, christopher.