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I'm just borrowing the characters for my and (I hope)
my readers' amusement only
have no intention of trying to make money off of them in any way, shape
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Author: The RCK
Last updated: 5 June 2009
Written for nikojen for Fandom
Ken buried his hands in the potting soil and squeezed. Particles
slipped between his fingers and embedded themselves under his nails. He
dug deeper, wishing for something more than a bag of dirt. More than a pot, too. What would it be
like to have a garden? He sighed, pulled his hands out and
studied them. Or would it just be a
place to hide the bodies? He wasn't sure why he thought that
using a trowel to cut the earth would appeal to him. It's not flesh. There's no danger, no
opponent-- except the weather and insects and....
He started moving soil by the handful, filling the bottom third of each
pot. He lifted one of the plants to be repotted. Not too root bound. Not yet. He
loosened the dirt around the edges of the pot, inserting a small, dull
knife at intervals to pull everything away from the sides. He spread
one hand over the pot with his fingers splayed. He turned the pot over
so that the plant and soil slid into his hand. He settled the plant
into the new pot. He added more soil then added water. He set the plant
aside. In a day or two, we'll know
if we need more soil. He smiled. Plants never piss me off.
He lifted the next pot. It's not as
good as running-- or killing-- but it's something.
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