Day 61: Greenhouse

[dualistic]

While Harvey never really enjoyed having to babysit one of the newer patients, he had to admit that Barnaby had been pretty easy to deal with. He'd been composed, quiet, and focused, which was a lot better than some of the other patients who only gave confused looks or had over-the-top reactions to everything they heard.

The point was, that conversation had almost been enjoyable, which was strange for Harvey to admit. He didn't know how Barnaby was going to manage in this place in the long run, but he wouldn't be surprised if he found his feet eventually and then did decently well for himself. It wasn't Harvey's job to care either way, but the close quarters they were kept in meant he'd probably end up finding out anyway.

Unfortunately, a positive note could only last for so long. As usual, it was a nurse who ruined it by insisting that he should go to the greenhouse for the last shift of the day. "Mr. Eckhart, it's not cold in there, so it shouldn't be any strain on you. It might be nice to help something grow, don't you think?"

He didn't dignify any of that with a response and instead resigned himself to his fate. He was one of the first people to make it into the muggy greenhouse, and he realized that he wasn't a fan of being cold or being hot. He fanned the air in front of his face for a few seconds and then went to find somewhere to sit down.

All the plants were lined up in pots; it almost felt like they were staring at him, waiting for him to do something about it. Well, that wasn't gonna happen.

[For Peter Parker.]

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[rocksthecourt]

Unfortunately, Klavier was feeling far less "at home" upon entering the greenhouse himself. Most especially when getting here meant that he was being pulled away from the Music Room. Perhaps his nurse's extended absence during the military's reign had rendered her memory useless? Surely she remembered where his priorities lay, yes? Here's a hint just in case: it has nothing to do with flowers. Regardless, she remained insufferable and led him away from his moments of peace in order to seek the therapeutic embrace of freezing temperatures and the stench of dirt.

"Come on now, Mr. Gilmour. You can't stay cooped up inside all day." She was trying to sound friendly and coaxing. Bless her poor little heart. He'd almost feel bad if he didn't hate her guts at the moment. "And of all the flowers we have here, we don't need to add any wallflowers today, right?" ...Mein Gott. She actually beamed a little at her own joke, proud and expectant. He actually did laugh a little and beamed a bright, amused smile right back at her. Ha~ You are an idiot ♥

She seemed to feel that she was successful in brightening his mood because she looked quite enthusiastic. ...No, wait. She looked that way because she had just spotted someone. Something seemed to click, and she was suddenly leading him toward this someone with that same bright smile of hers. ...He forgot how she seemed to enjoy playing matchmaker a little too much at times.

"Ah, Mr..." she checked her chart really quick,"...Abe! This is your first time in the greenhouse, isn't it? Aren't the flowers lovely? You know, David also likes roses very much." ...His brother was the one who liked roses. Thank you for the mix up... "Why don't you give him some company for a bit? David. Mr. Abe is new, so be nice."

"...Of course~" he said simply to make her leave him alone already. (God, had she always been this annoying or was he just really impatient?) Thankfully, she did exactly that, walking off after giving them both a satisfied smile. When she was finally out of earshot, he turned to look at the young man with a slightly more honest smile.

"...Aha. I think she's had a little too much coffee. It has been a long day, I suppose." He brushed some hair out of his face distractedly. "Do ignore what she said, if you don't mind. It's Klavier. Not David."

[vulpinisms]

Kurama looked up from checking the saturation of the soil to find another nurse calling his name, the fake one. She had another patient in tow -- light hair, foreigner, probably a few years older in human years.

He waited patiently for the nurse to introduce them to each other. This must be common practice around here; if there wasn't enough of what the staff deemed 'healthy interaction,' they'd match patients up themselves. Unnecessary, given the real nature of the place and its patients, but perhaps a way to meet new people without prior reason.

He smiled and nodded at the right moments, and finally, the nurse left them alone. Kurama watched her go, then turned his attention his new acquaintance whose name was probably not 'David' after all.

"Ah, I thought so," Kurama replied. "If I'm not mistaken, that's... German?"

He pulled his hand back out of the plant, shaking off some of the soil that had clung to his fingers.

"Same for me, of course. Abe Seimei isn't my name. It's Shuuichi." He offered his other hand. "Pleased to meet you."