[ The WR600 unit registers the movements and ministrations behind him in the main room, the table steadied, chairs returned to an upright stance - but it is after this, when his gaze falls on his friend, that his attention drifts. There is a croon to his lips, a sparse noise as he extends a hand to the tired dracaena plant on the counter. It limps, the cold doing it no justice, soil stiff and dry. Without Ralph, it has been alone much too long.
While Simon moves toward the scratches of a mind lost to the pulse of something greater than them, Ralph gently edges his fingers in to cup the plant, lift its leaves, and wipe the dust away. The fact his friend is still alive is a markedly good sign of things to come, and he scoops the pot and pulls it into his chest. ]
Ralph thought they were going to find him when he ran. They followed for a long time.
[ He bobs his head, agreeing to the sentiment as he cradles the plant. He knows the itch, but does not recognize the symbols for what they are. Lingering near Simon, Ralph stares at the carving pleas to rA9, thumb raking against the chipped terracotta. ]
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While Simon moves toward the scratches of a mind lost to the pulse of something greater than them, Ralph gently edges his fingers in to cup the plant, lift its leaves, and wipe the dust away. The fact his friend is still alive is a markedly good sign of things to come, and he scoops the pot and pulls it into his chest. ]
Ralph thought they were going to find him when he ran. They followed for a long time.
[ He bobs his head, agreeing to the sentiment as he cradles the plant. He knows the itch, but does not recognize the symbols for what they are. Lingering near Simon, Ralph stares at the carving pleas to rA9, thumb raking against the chipped terracotta. ]