∞ 92: Warming weather [action]

[chikaidestroyer]

[He didn't send out an announcement of any kind when they returned home. Others had already announced their dead and offered any words of encouragement or frustration.

Instead, Albert spent the days following the draft ... working on his flower beds. March had brought with it a warm spell, meaning that his seeds would be germinating and eventually sprouting. This is also the time for pulling down the dried vines from his trellises.

It's a lot of work (and a lot of garden), so he'll be out and around the house until late in the day. It's as dusk approaches that he can be found sitting on the porch, watching three tiny owls perched on the porch fencing.]

...Welcome back.

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[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it was. So it's good to taste something different. [Even if the only reason he had picked something different was because he thought it might be slightly more tolerable for his brother.] And anyway, I'm sure anything will taste better than that.

[chikaidestroyer]

I suppose we will see. [He shakes his head, continuing to eat quietly for a little while.

...Ah yes. There was something he wanted to mention to Caesar.] How is your plant?

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

My plant? [Caesar blinks. He didn't mind the quiet while they ate, but this wasn't really what he expected would break the silence. His plant?] It's okay. I, um... I think. I've been taking care of it every day, but there aren't any flowers yet.

[He wasn't sure if there were supposed to be. Taking care of a plant was simple, so he hadn't done any extra research on it or anything. Yet.

...it was also a little embarrassing, somehow, to talk about the plant. He'd been very dedicated to taking care of it.]

[chikaidestroyer]

So it's still alive. [...Okay, he does know the plant is still alive; he could see it from the window if he went around that side of the house and if Caesar happened to leave the curtains open.] You may want to check on its roots and see if it is growing too large for its pot. That may be stunting its growth.

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

Yes, Albert. It's still alive. [He knows his brother knows that, too. Albert had promised that he'd check on it whenever he was around, and that he'd let Caesar know if something was wrong. ...so he doesn't appreciate that response at all. The comment he makes about the roots causes his annoyance to vanish quickly, though.] Ah... I didn't know it could do that. How am I supposed to know?

[Because if he has to take the plant out of the pot to find out, he might as well put it in a newer, bigger one anyway, right? ...but that could take work.]

[chikaidestroyer]

You have proper drainage holes for your plant, correct? Check them for signs of the roots. If you see roots, you should move to a larger pot immediately. [He's surprisingly casual while giving this advice, returning his attention to the cheesecake after he's said his piece.]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

All right. I'll check later. [...eventually. Whenever that is. He rests his chin in his hand, and cuts another piece of cheesecake.] Do we have any here that I can use?

[chikaidestroyer]

There are a few in the closet. You may wish to compare sizes. [Some were from his previous repotting efforts.] And you can use soil from the plot closest to the porch-- [He points in that direction with his free hand ... only to stop as Rune flies over and perches on his arm again.

...Sometimes, the bird reminded him far too much of Caesar.]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

[Caesar nods, looking over in that direction when he gestures toward the plot. He doesn't think anything of the way Albert stops suddenly, until he turns around again and immediately notices the owl sitting on his brother's arm. And he snickers.]

That sounds like a plan. [He nods at Rune.] Maybe he thinks you've forgiven him already.

[chikaidestroyer]

[Albert sighs audibly, slowly lowering his arm with Rune still attached to it. Rune climbs higher and higher as Albert's arms lowers under he's sitting pretty on the strategist's shoulder. Albert ignores the bird, returning to eating the cheesecake.]

...Next time, we eat indoors, Caesar.

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

[...

That just makes him laugh. He doesn't even try not to, or pretend like it's not funny. He just laughs.]

Okay, Albert. Whatever you say.