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*It's night-time, and outside of Building 6 there is a young-looking gothic lolita vampire and a bed of roses.

Rachel, in an attempt to not get dirty while planting a garden, has been attempting to do the entire thing with spatial manipulation - you might see the dirt itself shift around the roses if you looked long enough. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to be going well for her, and the rose "garden" is lopsided and mismatched, and the roses don't look healthy. They're wilting a bit.

And because of this, Rachel is looking all the more irritated and frustrated.

Clearly this is the best time to bother her.*

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*It's a far cry from what Rachel was expecting, too.* It is, though as you can see, it is obviously very much a work in progress.

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[A work in progress? That explains it, then.]

It is? [...Rachel, why that look. You're making Noel feel bad.] If that's the case, I'm sure the finished product will look even better.

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*Well, that's a bit soothing to her wounded pride. Only a bit.* Naturally. It will look nothing like this when I am done.

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[See? Noel's useful!...sort of.] Are you sure you're supposed to plant the roses like that, though?

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*Twitch* And what do you mean by "like that"?

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W-Well, isn't that way a little... difficult?

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It is eminently preferable to any other way of doing this. Difficulty is a small price to pay for dignity. *Not that Rachel thinks you'd know anything about dignity.*

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What does dignity have to do with planting flowers...? [Nope.]

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...the dirt, of course.

I will not root around in it like an animal.

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But...

Couldn't you use gloves for that? [Maybe? SHE DOESN'T KNOW. ;; She just knows that the current method looks unnecessarily difficult.]

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*...no, because that would have made sense.* Gloves or not, I have no taste for petty manual labor. I am perfectly capable of accomplishing it like this.

Or are you trying to say that you do not agree?

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[...Noel doesn't want to argue this, so she's going to go with the easy route.] ...No. I guess it's fine.

[What does she know, anyway? She's never taken care of a flower before. But even she's beginning to realize that something about this seems... wrong.]

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*And with the shape that the flowers are in, perhaps she has a point. But Rachel is going to still try.*

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[And Noel's going to keep her mouth shut for now, watching this...unique...process of planting roses. Her curiosity's still piqued, and it's not like Rachel's driven her away. :|]

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*Goddammit this isn't working and dirt is falling out and one of the roses is falling over and augh this sucks but she's too stubborn to admit defeat.*

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[She knows what she's doing, right? Should Noel step in and help? Would she even appreciate it? WHAT SHOULD NOEL DOOOO?]

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*Does she look like she knows what she's doing? Augh this sucks*

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[Okay, fine, fine. Maybe she should step in. ;;]

Um... do you need any help?

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Precisely how do you intend to help me?

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[Yeah. Really, Noel.] If you really don't want to touch the ground, I could do it for you.

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*...thinking...* You do not strike me as the sort to have a green thumb, Noel Vermillion. How do I know you will not mutilate my precious roses in your clumsiness?

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Huh? [Point, but--] I haven't tried anything like this before, but I'd be really careful with them.

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If you insist. By all means, try your hand.

Just know that I will hold you responsible for any misfortune that befalls them.

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[Ffffff.]

I... I'll do my best.

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*Just. Stepping back. And watching, Noel. She's always watching.* I hope you will, for your sake.