[META PRP] Punkins for Luck (Punkie - Sephos)

[Micillia]

 

[DraconicFeline]

Micillia

"... Soils too dry." Sephos said, letting the sandy Chittentown soil flow through his fingers, "... Punkins won't be happy. They need more water than they're gonna get"

He and Punkie were doing what had brought them together in the first place - breaking the monotony of the civilized world by planting punkins in it. They'd done this before, with punkins of all different vareities. Colorful punkins, white punkins, funny looking punkins that were technically called gourds. What they all needed, however, was loam and water.

Not sand.

"You sure you don't want to just put some grown n' picked punkins out here?" They'd be more likely to stay there, and would probably last until she came back from space.  

[Micillia]

Punkie looked thoughtfully at the ground she had been working in. It was rather dry... and the punkins wouldn't like that, at all. Sephos was right, Chittentown was a pretty awful place for a poor punkin to grow. The juggalo let out a sigh, and turned to her best chuckaboo. "Goddamned it Sephos, when your right your ******** right." She had her hands on her hips, thinking over what her friend had said. "But, what if we got some damnable pots. Big ********, and put them a little ways away from this clodturning building. Like five ******** feet or so." She thought about it, then added, "Does it even ******** rain here?"

DraconicFeline

 

[DraconicFeline]

Micillia

"They'd grow out of them - their roots and vines like space. But, if it's not too long..." he thought for a moment. He didn't want to give up. He looked up at the tower, "Could have them here temporarily, start them in some big peat pots while your up there..." he swallowed, "... then plant them somewheres better when you're back."

But someone would probably try to take them away.

"Maku says that it rains every several sweeps. And then everything..." he hesitated, then gestured with his arms, Holy words didn't come freely from his mouth, but that one felt appropriate.

"... Maybe if we got a trough." he added, a third suggestion. It would be big and long, but maybe it would be an alternative...  

[Micillia]

Punkie giggled and wiggled when Sephos said one of the holy words. It just tickled her that he would do that for her! She said, repeating him as she swung around him with a hug. "Oh thats a goddamned BRILLIANT idea Sephos." She said, looking over the area they had to work with. "Then we can have them spreading their ******** mirth, without having to then leave the precious bitches here."

She looked back at the greenblood, suddenly an angry smile on her face and her hands on her hips. "Sephos!" She said throwing a hand in the air, remembering some atrocious thing she had seen earlier. "Do you know what i ******** saw just a we bit ago?!" She threw the other hand into the air as well. "The most blasphemous s**t i have ever seen!" It was exaggeration, but that was how juggalos were made. Her voice got louder. "I saw some ******** maintenance worker pull out a perfectly good sapling! Wasn't even a goddamned weed!"

She huffed for a second, "So i am ******** on board with the idea of some goddamned pots for transplantation." She turned back towards where some trolls in janitorial get-ups were standing. "You bitches aint never getting my gourds!" The juggalo's happy smile returned. "So i completely ******** trust your absolutely astounding self with the goddamned task of keeping these plants safe from those assholes." She said with a smile, unintentionally putting the weight of her world on Sephos's shoulders.

DraconicFeline

 

[DraconicFeline]

Micillia

"Heh." he said, a little nugget of laughter. He didn't resisting her delighted twirl for even a moment. Punkie's energy invigorated him, like sunlight on leaves. His own sun - one that he could be out in. "'xactly. We could plant them in better soil, it'd be like a... like memories. 'Cause we started them here and then they keep growing...?

But then his good mood was trampled like saplings beneath a stampede. "You saw what?!" It took a lot to get Sephos angry, but this apparently was what did it. And plants, of course. "They did what?!" It was hard to tell his usual growl from this one, but the tenseness in his shoulders, the glare he shot at the janitorial drones... That was very clear indeed. "... They won't get near my plants." he promised, clearly ready to outright body them if they came near his plants. Clearly, Punkie's trust was well placed. If heavy - but Sephos had carried the weight of someones world his whole life. He could handle it.

"Where'd the sapling go? We gotta get it in some soil." The poor thing - it would need water and soil and nurturing...