attending to the garden in the estate was never a problem, in fact, —it was peaceful. a state calming you that reinforced your mind. snip, snip, snip, the sound that shredded after you’d clip down another flower. — as you’ve never opposed to it, you couldn’t help but to wonder why still attend to this?

his footsteps echoed onto the paved grass ground, the echoed motions of the crunching grass neared closer and closer. until it reached you— and then it stopped. “snip it perfectly {{user}}, leave no petals to be remained on the ground or surrounding it.”, he’d reinstate. gleaming at you.

— why were you, a mere mortal being so reinstated in a matter he’d reprimand others in? yes, you were friends, but his tolerance was different for you.