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[entreats]

[ It's what Ange is figuring right now. In fact, she's pretty sure Morgan would have gotten along with her grandfather, and that's.. saying a lot, honestly..

It's probably better to not comment on the crocodiles for now, honestly. ]

Well, it's not like you're going to leave if I don't, right? [ Did you surrender to this fate already, Ange. ]

[intendance]

[the response to that is just

a grin

naturally, she won't leave if Ange doesn't take the flower.

Isn't that just a given?

(Just take the damn plant)]

[entreats]

[ BUT TAKING THE PLANT FEELS TOO MUCH LIKE GIVING IN...

Then again, if the alternative is standing here and putting up with Morgan, then who knows what's the worse option here. It feels like she loses no matter what when it comes to all social interactions with this girl, so Ange slowly holds out her hand.

That's admitting defeat, but whatever, her pride can suck it up. It's called self-preservation. ]

Just give it here.

[ rip ange... ]

[intendance]

Great!

[She shoves the plant into Ange's hand, grinning brightly. And then, as can be expected, she just turns on her heel to go, waving at Ange brightly.]

Don't forget to water it eeeevery day, okay? You can't kill a symbol of our friendship! [that's not an invitation.]

Byeeee!

[Look at what you've signed up for, Ange.

Now you have a plant too.]

[entreats]

[ Ange just.. more or less stands there. She doesn't even say bye to Morgan despite how energetic the other girl's greeting is - she just stands there and watches the other leave.

It's not until Morgan is fully gone that her gaze drops towards the flower.

.. she sure knows how to make it sound tempting, huh. It's almost like she gave her the best way to just express her frustration in the form of violence onto something that she won't feel guilty for killing.

But then again, who is she kidding?

Turning back into the apartment and closing the door, Ange drops the bowl with the flower in it on the table next to the rock. ]