locust & rhododendron!
FLOWERY ASKS // STILL OPEN!
locust, what was your favorite book as a child?
Tongue clicks against upper ivory tiers, the tink of silver against bone sounding at quiet volume to serve as a pause between first response, and second. “I don’t know. Honestly, it was probably that caterpillar book– what’s it called? Something about a hungry caterpillar. Trippy shit.”
rhododendron, what’s the scariest dream you’ve ever had?
Quiet hum vibrates in his throat as lips purse, eyelids squinting while gaze flicks upward; a couple awkward seconds passing as he shakes his head, glancing downward, “I don’t dream that often, but, once I had a really scary– er, trip.” Breathy laugh is then exhaled as he continues, “let’s not get into that, though.”