[ and he is, two saplings in soil in a bag slung over one shoulder, cap pulled low in his face, collar up, gloves on. it's too warm for that amount of clothes, but he's had plenty of experience with the discomfort of it, so it hardly registers. it seems almost foolish to give someone plants in a city overrun by it, and yet
here they are. here he is, something like nervousness curled low in his stomach. ]
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[ and he is, two saplings in soil in a bag slung over one shoulder, cap pulled low in his face, collar up, gloves on. it's too warm for that amount of clothes, but he's had plenty of experience with the discomfort of it, so it hardly registers. it seems almost foolish to give someone plants in a city overrun by it, and yet
here they are. here he is, something like nervousness curled low in his stomach. ]