( @cmplexities )
He likes meeting old friends and those he knows in interesting places. Coffee or drinks… it gets so boring after a while.
So he’s walking in a big plant shop with a lazy grin. Ringed fingers tapping at one of the tables in thought. “You ever seen these pitcher plants that eat flies? But you have to keep feeding them or they’ll die… imagine buying flies or crickets just for a goddamn plant, huh?” He leans closer to one of the odd carnivorous blooms in question, touching the underside of the odd pelican-like neck. Beak? Thing?
















