The Repairman flinched, leaning back a little. Dang, he…she…this character was pretty quick to get into his personal space.
“Oh, uh…” was all he could say for a moment or two. Still, it probably wasn’t a good idea to question this elfin person right now.
“…Okay then.”
He took a look behind him, and tried to mentally measure “steps” for someone like him. A couple of seconds later, he found an answer he liked and shambled back about a foot and a half.
“Why?” he asked, evenly. He couldn’t see any issue from where he was…
Galanthus had to get into personal space, most people wouldn’t see him otherwise.
In answer to the repairman’s question, Galanthus pointed down at the ground where a cluster of snowdrops were blooming. “You almost stepped on my flower. Can’t have that.”
“Your… flower..?”
He looked down, and saw that, yes, there was a flower. Huh. He never worried about it before. Most flowers he trod over seemed fine, albeit covered in ink. Was that a problem…?
“Oh, um, sorry,” he apologized to the little androgynous fairy. “…It’s a nice flower…um…”
He wasn’t sure what to say, really. He never really paid too much attention to inanimate flora before.
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