[Licked it right off! Sorry, succulent; hopefully you're not poisonous. That aside, though, this is a rather friendly gesture, and Felix feels—well? Plants are just Okay, but as he sits on his couch, staring at this little plant in its little mug... hmm.]
I've spent time in greenhouses. In my world. I haven't seen this type of plant.
[That dog is a menace? He has no idea if this plant is safe for dog consumption or anyone's consumption actually, but hmm-- well, it should be fine, probably.]
I have only seen a few like this back home! Much more unruly, though.
[Greedfall plants tm...... anyway, is that Bonding he senses on the horizon?]
[It was a waxy, yet zesty snack, in Zoltie's opinion. 3/10, would eat again if bored. But ah, yes, Bonding.]
I didn't have a choice. I was assigned chores when I attended the Officer's Academy.
[And the Fraldarius estate presumably has a greenhouse, which he presumably spent some time in just wandering around, blah, blah, blah. But while he could leave it there, Connie was kind enough to gift him a plant—and so here goes Felix, putting more effort into this texting convo than he's put into any texting convo thus far. It's slightly easier than talking face-to-face.]
[This deep Felix lore... Connie, who has never been to a real school and also did not have chores, how plebian, does not relate to any of that. Only the plants, cool...]
I kept a few potted plants here and there. My father tolerated them. I suppose he thought it a good enough replacement for a proper garden.
[That said, did he still keep them in weird places like on top of a dresser, or on the floor? Yes. This was tolerated less.]
I never enjoyed ours. I was forbidden from running through them. Your shelves are better.
[He just wanted to jump over the hedges, pretending to be a cool knight chasing some terrible villain! Sad! But give him a second, here. Let him peer at this mug once more. Hhh.]
[More lore and a compliment and thanks, oh, he's hit the Felix jackpot. The thought of little Felix running around in the garden is endearing, hmm... no one will catch him making a face at his bracelet over this, it's the perfect crime.]
You're very welcome! Keep the mug.
[...Hmm!]
If you ever want to stop by and talk about plants, you know where I'll be.
[It's amazing, how far a tiny bit of kindness can go.]
I do. Maybe.
[Not that he wants to talk about plants? How much is there to say, really—but the offer lingers in the back of Felix's mind all the same, especially as he continually catches sight of The Mug as he goes about his day. When's the last time they talked, anyway...
...Hmm. Too long, probably, which is why he finds himself standing before Connie's door the next day, holding a small, square something. It's neatly wrapped in a napkin he may or may not have stolen from the café, do not mind that. Also do not mind the small Edmundion hound sniffing about his feet. Fun Dad is stuck in the stables, probably, so Zoltie is stuck with Serious Dad. It's fine. Felix is prepared to act like this is all perfectly normal when Constantin opens the door, which means he's, you know. Going to be very Felix-y. Hi, hello—]
So you are here. I thought I heard you stomping about.
[Tsunlation: He came here Intentionally. Anyway, what are these new smells... let Zoltie in...]
[Connie is, of course, stomping around his apartment, because what else does he do during the day! He's never really busy except for minding his plants, so here he is: minding them. When he answers the door he's only a little surprised to see Felix-- there are, like, fewer than five people who'd ever come to his door, so it's not that surprising. But hm! Hello!
And hello, little puppy!!]
I am— hello! Are you, ah...? [Here? To hang out with him? He steps back to let Felix and Dog pass, like, yes?? Friendship now??]
Come in, come in, let me see your darling little friend.
[He is indeed here to "hang out," as the youths say. What a wild and wacky concept. It's undoubtedly why Felix is a tad stiff, but he pushes past it as he steps right inside. Oh, right, introductions—]
Zoltan, [he says, nodding in the dog's general direction, but—ah. A beat, and then, reluctantly:] ...Zoltie.
[Zoltie's tail wags absently as he sniffs about the entryway, pleased by the attention but too busy to pay it any real mind. He'll sniff his way over to Constantin's feet soon enough, though? And then look up at him in what is clearly an expectant manner. He is very cute, you see; he deserves a ton of attention, so hurry it up.]
I take it you're not busy.
[Are any of them, on sex island? But God forbid someone waltz out of Connie's bedroom right now.]
[Hmm, that's... very cute!! He assumes Sylvain picked this cute name, specifically the cute nickname version, because Felix is a stick in the mud. But never mind, there is now a Dog in the apartment, which means Connie only wants to watch the little guy sniff around. There are, ah... so many plants? Please don't chew on any vines?
Or better: he immediately crouches down to pet this good, good boy, who he will keep safe from plant chewing himself. Excellent.
And Felix is also here--]
Not at all, no! I considered the riveting option of going for a stroll, but man can stroll the same beach only so many times...
[Oh, woe is him, etc. He gestures to his new couch which is not lumpy, and even kind of almost against a wall, like a couch should be.]
[Sylvain absolutely did, and Felix absolutely—well? He hated it, at first; Zoltan is a serious name that deserves respect, thanks, but the name, just like the dog, has grown on him. Chalk it up to Sylvain's charm stat.
Or, you know. The dog's. Zoltie eats up whatever attention Connie gives him, tail wagging a mile a minute; Felix, then, is free to wander further into the apartment, eyeing the couch for all of a moment—very nice upgrade, way to go—before finding his way to that wall o' plants. Wall o' succulents? Whatever! He is Looking. Attempting to locate the spot his new buddy was plucked from, even though it's clearly impossible. Too many plants...]
Hm. [A quiet hum of agreement. Beach: boring.] You could try fishing.
[It's too slow for Felix; it's probably too slow for Connie, so! Hold on. Scratch that.]
...I watered it, [he says, artlessly, because he is an idiot.] The plant. It doesn't take much, but I suppose it will outgrow its... cup one day.
[And he will be forced to get cool shelves like these—no, no. Is it bad if he reaches out to carefully poke a much bigger succulent, just to see if it feels different from his own... is it...]
[It's a mug, Felix, keep up. Connie is going to stay right here on the floor and entertain this dog, maybe with, ah, something he can reach from the (not rickety) coffee table... it's a pen, which he wiggles at Zoltie emphatically. Behold!! Excitement!!
He's not going to try fishing ever, but the plant news gets him to glance up, interested. Watered it... he's a pro...]
Keep the cup whenever it does! It will be a while, but it's yours.
[Keep that mug forever (tm). A symbol of his eternal friendship.]
What are you doing?
[Sir? Those are sensitive beings? Or more accurately: caught you being weird, what IS this plant fondling...]
[Maybe Felix is trying, in his fumbling way, to let Connie know he appreciates that plant! That he'll take good care of it! Who knows. At least he now knows that his small plant does, in fact, have the potential to Grow Larger—but oh, damn, look at this... called out because he's been caught in the act...
...Time to snatch his hand back like he's a naughty child caught sneaking something from the kitchens.]
I— [He doesn't know.] They're strange. That's all.
[Prickly-ish, yet soft. Weird. Felix is finding out that he likes succulents, but as he glances back in Connie's general direction, it's easier to focus on whatever is going on over thataway. Swerve...]
What are you doing? He'll eat that.
[Zoltie is in the middle of his I-must-chew-everything stage, you see, so he is in fact attempting to turn his head to the side to gnaw on this pen.]
[Look, Connie knows these succulents look very chewable, but don't give in to temptation, Felix. It's probably poisonous!! Because that's clearly why Felix is poking at them... it's why Connie would poke at them...
Good to know, also, that Felix is a succulent, for he is also soft and prickly. Hmm!]
Oh- what?
[Dogs? Are weird? He looks down, lifting the pen away from this dumb little puppy. No, sir, even if the effort is kind of cute...]
I've never had a pet! How should I know what he'll try to eat? Shall I start putting everything on higher shelves?
[His apartment is nice now but he, as a person, is still Messy, is that a problem for hungry dogs!]
would connie actually eat a succulent... i hate it here
[Yanking the pen above Zoltie's head is just rude? It prompts a frustrated puppy noise, one of those that's, like, half-whine, half-growl—but he settles down soon enough giving the pen one last (and very sad!) look before searching off to the side for something else to sniff. No more pets, huh... what a wack human...]
Probably.
[If he sounds almost, ah, wryly amused, it's because he is. Felix is Very Helpful, you see—but he is determined to be nice-ish today, hence the way he makes his way back over to Connie, holding out his neatly-wrapped treat. You know what it is.]
Here. Don't let him eat this, either.
[Not that Zoltie would? Dogs probably take one sniff of Hot Cheetos™ before deciding they'd rather die, thanks, but just in case...]
[No, puppy, come back... Constantin watches lil Zoltie wander away to sniff at, like, honestly - a shirt or something he's left on the floor, whatever. Don't eat his shirts, little guy.
Now then, Felix is giving him something, which is very exciting!! At least until he unwraps one single corner of the, uh, the treat. Hm, this sure is an interestingly colored... weird sticky object...]
In the kindest possible way, Felix, what is this?
[It's clearly Homemade... what did you do to produce this cursed object, buddy?]
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He ate a leaf.
Only one.
[Licked it right off! Sorry, succulent; hopefully you're not poisonous. That aside, though, this is a rather friendly gesture, and Felix feels—well? Plants are just Okay, but as he sits on his couch, staring at this little plant in its little mug... hmm.]
I've spent time in greenhouses. In my world.
I haven't seen this type of plant.
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I have only seen a few like this back home! Much more unruly, though.
[Greedfall plants tm...... anyway, is that Bonding he senses on the horizon?]
I didn't know you looked after plants.
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I didn't have a choice.
I was assigned chores when I attended the Officer's Academy.
[And the Fraldarius estate presumably has a greenhouse, which he presumably spent some time in just wandering around, blah, blah, blah. But while he could leave it there, Connie was kind enough to gift him a plant—and so here goes Felix, putting more effort into this texting convo than he's put into any texting convo thus far. It's slightly easier than talking face-to-face.]
You?
You're obviously fond of them.
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I kept a few potted plants here and there.
My father tolerated them. I suppose he thought it a good enough replacement for a proper garden.
[That said, did he still keep them in weird places like on top of a dresser, or on the floor? Yes. This was tolerated less.]
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Your shelves are better.
[He just wanted to jump over the hedges, pretending to be a cool knight chasing some terrible villain! Sad! But give him a second, here. Let him peer at this mug once more. Hhh.]
Thank you.
For the plant.
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You're very welcome!
Keep the mug.
[...Hmm!]
If you ever want to stop by and talk about plants, you know where I'll be.
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I do.
Maybe.
[Not that he wants to talk about plants? How much is there to say, really—but the offer lingers in the back of Felix's mind all the same, especially as he continually catches sight of The Mug as he goes about his day. When's the last time they talked, anyway...
...Hmm. Too long, probably, which is why he finds himself standing before Connie's door the next day, holding a small, square something. It's neatly wrapped in a napkin he may or may not have stolen from the café, do not mind that. Also do not mind the small Edmundion hound sniffing about his feet. Fun Dad is stuck in the stables, probably, so Zoltie is stuck with Serious Dad. It's fine. Felix is prepared to act like this is all perfectly normal when Constantin opens the door, which means he's, you know. Going to be very Felix-y. Hi, hello—]
So you are here. I thought I heard you stomping about.
[Tsunlation: He came here Intentionally. Anyway, what are these new smells... let Zoltie in...]
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And hello, little puppy!!]
I am— hello! Are you, ah...? [Here? To hang out with him? He steps back to let Felix and Dog pass, like, yes?? Friendship now??]
Come in, come in, let me see your darling little friend.
[Let Connie Pet Dogs 2020]
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Zoltan, [he says, nodding in the dog's general direction, but—ah. A beat, and then, reluctantly:] ...Zoltie.
[Zoltie's tail wags absently as he sniffs about the entryway, pleased by the attention but too busy to pay it any real mind. He'll sniff his way over to Constantin's feet soon enough, though? And then look up at him in what is clearly an expectant manner. He is very cute, you see; he deserves a ton of attention, so hurry it up.]
I take it you're not busy.
[Are any of them, on sex island? But God forbid someone waltz out of Connie's bedroom right now.]
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[Hmm, that's... very cute!! He assumes Sylvain picked this cute name, specifically the cute nickname version, because Felix is a stick in the mud. But never mind, there is now a Dog in the apartment, which means Connie only wants to watch the little guy sniff around. There are, ah... so many plants? Please don't chew on any vines?
Or better: he immediately crouches down to pet this good, good boy, who he will keep safe from plant chewing himself. Excellent.
And Felix is also here--]
Not at all, no! I considered the riveting option of going for a stroll, but man can stroll the same beach only so many times...
[Oh, woe is him, etc. He gestures to his new couch which is not lumpy, and even kind of almost against a wall, like a couch should be.]
Make yourself at home!
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Or, you know. The dog's. Zoltie eats up whatever attention Connie gives him, tail wagging a mile a minute; Felix, then, is free to wander further into the apartment, eyeing the couch for all of a moment—very nice upgrade, way to go—before finding his way to that wall o' plants. Wall o' succulents? Whatever! He is Looking. Attempting to locate the spot his new buddy was plucked from, even though it's clearly impossible. Too many plants...]
Hm. [A quiet hum of agreement. Beach: boring.] You could try fishing.
[It's too slow for Felix; it's probably too slow for Connie, so! Hold on. Scratch that.]
...I watered it, [he says, artlessly, because he is an idiot.] The plant. It doesn't take much, but I suppose it will outgrow its... cup one day.
[And he will be forced to get cool shelves like these—no, no. Is it bad if he reaches out to carefully poke a much bigger succulent, just to see if it feels different from his own... is it...]
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He's not going to try fishing ever, but the plant news gets him to glance up, interested. Watered it... he's a pro...]
Keep the cup whenever it does! It will be a while, but it's yours.
[Keep that mug forever (tm). A symbol of his eternal friendship.]
What are you doing?
[Sir? Those are sensitive beings? Or more accurately: caught you being weird, what IS this plant fondling...]
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...Time to snatch his hand back like he's a naughty child caught sneaking something from the kitchens.]
I— [He doesn't know.] They're strange. That's all.
[Prickly-ish, yet soft. Weird. Felix is finding out that he likes succulents, but as he glances back in Connie's general direction, it's easier to focus on whatever is going on over thataway. Swerve...]
What are you doing? He'll eat that.
[Zoltie is in the middle of his I-must-chew-everything stage, you see, so he is in fact attempting to turn his head to the side to gnaw on this pen.]
here's a tag about eating succulents. my peak
Good to know, also, that Felix is a succulent, for he is also soft and prickly. Hmm!]
Oh- what?
[Dogs? Are weird? He looks down, lifting the pen away from this dumb little puppy. No, sir, even if the effort is kind of cute...]
I've never had a pet! How should I know what he'll try to eat? Shall I start putting everything on higher shelves?
[His apartment is nice now but he, as a person, is still Messy, is that a problem for hungry dogs!]
would connie actually eat a succulent... i hate it here
Probably.
[If he sounds almost, ah, wryly amused, it's because he is. Felix is Very Helpful, you see—but he is determined to be nice-ish today, hence the way he makes his way back over to Connie, holding out his neatly-wrapped treat. You know what it is.]
Here. Don't let him eat this, either.
[Not that Zoltie would? Dogs probably take one sniff of Hot Cheetos™ before deciding they'd rather die, thanks, but just in case...]
the cute colorful ones? hmmmm
Now then, Felix is giving him something, which is very exciting!! At least until he unwraps one single corner of the, uh, the treat. Hm, this sure is an interestingly colored... weird sticky object...]
In the kindest possible way, Felix, what is this?
[It's clearly Homemade... what did you do to produce this cursed object, buddy?]