[ There's something almost meditative about planting, which is why it taks Zhou Zishu a moment to realize there's someone speaking to him. He sits back on his knees and peers up at the woman, and then the bright flowers she's offering over to him. ]
...is that what they are? [ He considers a moment, then shrugs as his eyes flick back towards the rows he's been planting. ] Why not.
[ His work so far hasn't exactly been the most aesthetic, mostly because that feels like a lot of effort. But flowers are getting put in the ground and it's not the worst looking thing ever, so there isn't much to complain about. Or no complaints Zhou Zishu is willing to hear, at least. ]
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...is that what they are? [ He considers a moment, then shrugs as his eyes flick back towards the rows he's been planting. ] Why not.
[ His work so far hasn't exactly been the most aesthetic, mostly because that feels like a lot of effort. But flowers are getting put in the ground and it's not the worst looking thing ever, so there isn't much to complain about. Or no complaints Zhou Zishu is willing to hear, at least. ]
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