deep in the woods

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“Yeah, that’s kinda it.” He runs his hand across the grass, making tiny clovers bloom. “My name is Ramus.”

“Ramus,” Doc echoes. “Well, my friends call me Doc! And I’d say we could be friends.”

They pause when they notice the clovers, and gasp softly. “You can grow other plants, too?” they ask. “Can they talk?”

"I think I'd like being your friend, Doc." He smiles a bit, looking down at the clovers as well. "I'm mostly encouraging them. Giving them the energy they need. And yes, they do talk. But little ones like this, like the grass, they talk together, as one. One voice for so many little blades. But they know more than the trees, even though the trees are so old, because they're spread all over."

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Extremely Exhausted Starters Part 2

“You’re nodding off… hey, come on, you need sleep.”

“I can’t… you’re going to have to carry me.”

“Hey, you passed out. Do you remember what happened?”

“No more today, you’re at your limit.”

“I’m can’t move… I’m too tired…”

“You’re starting to ramble, you need rest.”

“What was that over there…? Did you say something?”

“Nap… please? Nap with me?”

“My subconscious isn’t exactly allowing me to get some damn sleep.”

“I can’t lift it without shaking…”

“You’re too weak to stop me from stopping you.”

“I don’t even have the energy to be defiant… I must be messed up.”

“Standing up is about all I can do.”

“You can tell me all about how tired you aren’t while I carry you to bed.”

“It’s been three days… does it make sense now?”

“Whatever you need me to do so you’ll stop and rest, I’ll do it.”

“Don’t force my hand. This is your last chance to stop yourself.”

“Your health is deteriorating. Take a break or I’ll make you.”

“You’re wrong, I’m fine. I know I’m fine… I’m fine…”

“Telling yourself that you’re okay doesn’t make it true. We need to get you safe and rested.”

“Yes, you did it and you’re alive, shut up. I was worried half to death you idiot!”

“Tired enough for cuddling huh…”

“You shush… shhh… shhhhuuushhh…”

“Oh great bed rest warden, may I be allowed freedom from my prison today?”

“You’re shaking, and sore. I can see the exhaustion in your eyes.

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“They have a lot to say.” He shakes his head at the question, sitting down in the grass. “Not really, no.”

“So… you’re not a person, but you’re a plant?” they ask. This is getting interesting.

Carefully, they sit down across from him, placing the basket of strawberries beside them. “I was gonna ask how you’re talking, but I realized you already kinda answered that,” they say. “What’s your name?”

"Yeah, that's kinda it." He runs his hand across the grass, making tiny clovers bloom. "My name is Ramus."

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He can’t help a chuckles, crouching down to their level, deep green cloak covering a lanky body. “The plants do talk, if you’re listening to them. But yes, I am… person shape.”

“Wait, really?” Doc asks. “Maybe I should listen to them more.” They pause, glancing around the garden, as if to listen for any whispering plants. Then, their gaze lands back on Ramus. “Are you a person?” they ask.

"They have a lot to say." He shakes his head at the question, sitting down in the grass. "Not really, no."

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Ramus had been working hard. The drought was his doing, unfortunately, as he’d accidentally misplaced his rainclouds, so he’d been trying to rectify by encouraging the plants in this cute little garden to grow.

He’d meant to be gone before they came to harvest, but he’d been caught up in the tomatoes, and then in watching this child creature walk in the rows of plants.

And then he got poked, having zoned out in thoughts of weather patterns and forests.

“I am too.” He tilts his head, face covered by a large leaf.

Doc hums, crossing their arms. They’ve never seen anyone wear a leaf like that before, but maybe it’s a new trend.

“Plants don’t talk,” they reply. “Not any plants I’ve seen before, anyway. Also, you’re kinda shaped like a person.”

He can't help a chuckles, crouching down to their level, deep green cloak covering a lanky body. "The plants do talk, if you're listening to them. But yes, I am... person shape."

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Doc likes to spend their mornings wandering about the community garden, looking for newly-grown plants and sometimes picking fresh fruits and vegetables. Today, they have a small basket full of strawberries– a plant the community had finally managed to revive after a small drought.

Satisfied with the amount of fruit they picked, just enough for their Mama’s pie, Doc turns to head back home.

However, they’re stopped in their tracks at the sight of an unfamiliar figure. Curiously, they poke at the figure’s stomach, and crane their neck to look up at their face.

“You’re not a plant.”

Ramus had been working hard. The drought was his doing, unfortunately, as he'd accidentally misplaced his rainclouds, so he'd been trying to rectify by encouraging the plants in this cute little garden to grow.

He'd meant to be gone before they came to harvest, but he'd been caught up in the tomatoes, and then in watching this child creature walk in the rows of plants.

And then he got poked, having zoned out in thoughts of weather patterns and forests.

"I am too." He tilts his head, face covered by a large leaf.