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The Rapey Thread
Apr. 27th, 2015 05:35 pmGardening wasn't his.... well, it wasn't really his forte. He'd taken a glancing interest because of Angelo's enthusiasm, but his own attempt looked about as far from professional as he imagined gardening could get.
He stood back, narrowing his eyes down at the uneven line of geraniums hanging a little too limply in what was probably completely the wrong kind of soil. It was gonna have to do, though. The light was fading and he'd sort of lost his steam for it. A quick water and he'd call it a night.
He sighed, stretching the stiffness from his spine, and turned back towards the house.
He stood back, narrowing his eyes down at the uneven line of geraniums hanging a little too limply in what was probably completely the wrong kind of soil. It was gonna have to do, though. The light was fading and he'd sort of lost his steam for it. A quick water and he'd call it a night.
He sighed, stretching the stiffness from his spine, and turned back towards the house.
