Date: 2021-07-23 03:03 am (UTC)
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[The smaller plant shook slightly, then quieted. Before sending a questing vine of her own out towards his hand. Petunia's vine reluctantly untangled itself from around his arm, but deliberately did brush his cheek before retracting.

Morticia simply held herself nearby, watching fondly. Proud of her plants, and pleased to see the God unwinding from whatever had him tense. Letting him have however long he needed, before they would sit and have tea.]
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