At some point as he tends to his plants, a shadow thrown by the artificial lights momentarily falls over his flowerbeds. Shu has approached soundlessly with a hefty plastic bucket held steady with both hands, dressed once again in a pair of work overalls. ...Absent the bloodstains.
"Fertilizer."
The contents of the bucket are largely unspeakable and also, frankly, do not smell very appetizing. But nose blindness works wonders, and if he can tolerate it for a minute or two, the passage of time will lessen its offensiveness. If questioned, she will murmur something about waste, bone and blood meal, nitrogen, and phosphates. If unquestioned, she will simply kneel down with a trowel and begin to apply the mixture evenly.
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Date: 2024-08-23 03:39 am (UTC)"Fertilizer."
The contents of the bucket are largely unspeakable and also, frankly, do not smell very appetizing. But nose blindness works wonders, and if he can tolerate it for a minute or two, the passage of time will lessen its offensiveness. If questioned, she will murmur something about waste, bone and blood meal, nitrogen, and phosphates. If unquestioned, she will simply kneel down with a trowel and begin to apply the mixture evenly.