let be what is, let be what isn't
Jun 25, 2019 0:14:02 GMT -5
Post by WT on Jun 25, 2019 0:14:02 GMT -5
"Oh yeah, the lamb's ear's new!" You jerk your hands back reflexively, then settle them gently back into the leaves when Suman waves in the corner of your vision and says, "No, go ahead. Good texture, huh?"
"Texture," you agree emphatically, for once not bothering to scramble for more words. Suman can't always tell what you mean, but he does ask whenever he gets confused, and he doesn't ask now. "How new?"
"Swiped a sample from the greenhouse disposal the other week," he says as he settles a couple feet away. The plate he's carrying goes between you, in equally easy reach, and he takes a piece of cheese with him as he leans back against the wall. "It's a little hard to grow inside, but I like having it around."
"Why?" You sacrifice a hand from the plant to take a cracker, which you nibble cautiously along an edge.
"Why is it hard, or why do I like it?" You hold up one finger; you can tell for yourself why someone would like this plant. "Wants more sun, for starters. Better drainage wouldn't hurt. Least this way it's easy to contain, though." You make a quizzical sound in the top of your throat. "Uh, it's a mint relative, do you know how mint—sure, okay. The thing about mint is, it wants a lot of water, so it puts out runners, and it's not real picky about soil, so you look away for two seconds and next thing you know you've got mint in..."
All things being equal, you absolutely could not care less about climate zones, soil types, or the mechanics of runners as compared to creeping stems in certain members of the family Lamiaceae. But talking about these things makes Suman happy, and you do care about that. Every time you bump into him in the halls lately he's fretting about exams and some assignment or another he feels like he should already have finished; and he likes the College, he wanted to go, it's not like—but even so. It's good to hear him enthusiastic again.
So you listen and learn, and if you sometimes forget to prove it by looking at Suman or making agreeable noises, he recognizes the thoughtful way you keep petting the lamb's ear and keeps talking anyway. The food dwindles slowly, with you pecking your way through a steady stream of crackers and Suman scarfing one at a time with cheese between stretches of forgetting the plate exists. When the plate empties, and then when the topic drifts, you feel your eyes start to flicker and tell yourself firmly to calm down; you'll know when you should go because whoever gets tired first will say so, and then you will. This is, if not yet quite routine, safely predictable. Dependable.
You aren't sure what turns an acquaintance into a friend. Calling him the one feels cold, and the other feels presumptuous, but you don't know how to ask without mortifying both of you. You like being able to call him my neighbor, a simple statement with no room for ambiguity or risk.
If you had to guess, though, you'd say you're glad to be friends.
title song is "Grow" by the Oh Hellos.
WT 00:17
[...] and he and Name are like, very slowly bonding over "I don't always understand your particular brainweirds but I would die for your right to feel comfortable about them"
this is a little :melting_clock: but didn't feel like it belonged in Character Development any better than it belongs here? anyway, sometimes you write a throwaway line about an npc and get super distracted figuring out who that person is, it's fine, my writing habits and also priorities are totally organized and not at all :melting_clock: in and of themselves