If it wasn’t for the towel, Mel would’ve rubbed her own hands against the thick fabric of the overall in order to remove as much dirt as possible from her pale skin. Digging a hole in the dirt with bare hands ( and it looks strange because the child even arrived prepared and the only tool that is missing is a pathetic shovel ) is not a big issue; Mel, being the squeamish child that she is, isn’t even troubled by it. She has put her hands in worst places, like in the mud for picking up an object that dropped from her pockets —- for example. And mud truly is disgusting compared to dirt.
Returning with the feet on the ground, Mel is ignorant about gardening. A certain kindhearted beast has mentioned something about it, but Mel was currently hosting a passive behaviour back then, a ‘ oh, this sounds interesting but I don’t feel like following your words ’ behaviour. So, why, all of a sudden, is the child interested in something that she has no clue of how it properly works? For once, Mel wishes to try something new, also because with all the heat that SUNNEDOUT provides, the flowers will blossom in the blink of an eye! ( and also because SUNNEDOUT doesn’t seem to have many daisies around. )
❝Hmm… daisies ‘re my favorite.❞ Comments the child while pouring the seeds into the hole. She’s rocking with gardening so far!! Mel would never believe it to be this easy —- and boring at the same time! ❝ – but there ‘re not many… here… because monsters tear their – petals for a… a stupid game.❞
“If you’re willing to take a break, I could go get a shovel. Would only take me a minute. Maybe I even have one in my inventory.” The last part was a bit mumbled, if only because they were distracted going through it. Lots of food, of course, watering can, ah, there it was, a shovel. Planty took it out of their inventory, digging up a few more holes and sprinkling a few seeds in them.
“There we are. Now, you just have to remember to water them every few days, only when th’ soil is dry.” Planty was still distracted, now just by the new sights. They hadn’t gone to Mel’s timeline much at all, if ever, most of the place was completely new to them. Buildings seemed somewhat familiar to Snowdin, but it was much warmer here. Honestly? They loved it here already. Nothing could beat home, of course, but it was so nice and warm here. Much unlike Snowdin, where they had to wear multiple layers to avoid existential dread.
“Daisies are nice, yeah.” They nodded softly, smiling. “There aren’t many kinds’a flowers in my timeline, besides my garden. Jus’ buttercups an’ golden flowers.” The former were still usually avoided by them, if not dug up entirely, if only because they brought back bad memories. Of course, they still had buttercups inside of them-- time to brush off that idea. Still, the mild discomfort showed on their face for only a moment.
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