⚘ ㅤplot ³。

chris waters clara's plant briefly for a second, but will complete a more detailed process at some point later.

/waters mi plant

sc RE AM S AT CHRIS TO WATE RM Y PL ANT GDI

waters dem flora

Waters my plant aggressively.

waters plant

silently screams bc i forgot to water my plant yesterday, waters it now !!

aggressively makes chris water my plant smh

gives plant a drop of water

Waters my plant lovingly

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showers mi plant

Showers my plant with love and affection. Jk, water is the only thing it will get. Waters the plant affectionately

w h ee z es and makes chR IS WA TER M Y PLA NT S

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gives the ocean to mi plant.

Waters plant

gently waters my plant

/waters mi plant unwillingly

updated!

/waters mi plant.

flowers my beautiful plant to the fullest. don't let the zombies eat you.

f OR C ES CHRIS TO WATER MY PLA NT

*waters the lil plant, hoping for photosynthesis to works faster.

/ waters my lil pride and joy

@✿ chris h。 fate-o el dos-o

Clara didn't respond to his question but only looked at him with a "you heard what i said" sort of expression. But then he took out his own water, which was super cool. This dude was super prepared, that's great! That's right, get hydrated, man. You're about to be Clara's water guy from now on, even if that's the unforgettable stench of alcohol reeking from the flask! She observed the man down the whiskey, then pouring it onto the plant. Oh yeah, this was good enough. With an indifferent nod, Clara gave him the okay that this was super better now. "Better," She said without the hint of emotion in her voice as she turned away to do with her day because that was that.



And then the next day came around.

Clara asked a crew member where the white dude with the facial hair slept and stood before his resting body like a ing ghost or some . "Hey," She called out before smacking him with a slipper to wake him up, "HEY YOU." Clara began to shake him awake. "You gotta wake up and water my plant again or some bull, go, NOW." Her words were stern and filled to the brim with attitude. What were manners in this vessel?

@✿ chris h。 fateu numero uno

With her eyes oozing of honey as she tried to manipulate the man before her, Clara couldn't help but take notice to his phone being pulled out - why, he started playing a song? What this how peasants watered plants? How interesting - and then all of a sudden it got kinda dark. She looked up at the sky. It was painted grey with only a beam of light over the peasant before her. Damn, watering plants sounded complicated, she was glad she asked him to do it for her. I mean, I guess he looked aight doing it. His foot crushed the plant, the pot shattered into pieces, and Clara couldn't help but make mental notes of it - wow watering was complicated as . He ed up his perfectly good shoes in the process though what a shame </3 It's cool though because they were Timberlands, what a hipster. And then he did it again. What a process.

"Thanks," She quickly said without any emotion, assuming what he'd just done to be what "watering" was, leaving him there looking like the maniac he was as she went along with her day - until the next day rolled around.

Clara made the effort to looking around for the man again today to water her plant again. Everybody else was just doing it wrong. "You," She addressed him as he appeared in her line of sight. "Go do that thing again," She ordered.

Nichkhun never fancied a life working at the countryside-- not that he loathed nor discriminated people who do so, but rather he just wasn't brought up to such substandard way of living. Nonetheless, he poured copious amount of water unto the plot before leaving promptly.

the satisfaction

b ISH