Oh. [She was. Kind of expecting the sour answer. As if she wasn't at a loss for how to go about this already.] Should I be expecting deer antlers come December then?
[Clover would get a kick out of that, she thinks. Her sister usually enjoys the holiday season. Except last year's probably, given that's when Rose told her about her eye. God, it's been almost a year since she's had this then, isn't it? A year since this flower stole her eye, and now it's given her back her life when she should've died, except apparently it's out to kill the world and—
There's a soft sigh as Rose closes her eye, counts to ten in her head. She needs a distraction. Or if not that, to go back to sleep.]
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[Clover would get a kick out of that, she thinks. Her sister usually enjoys the holiday season. Except last year's probably, given that's when Rose told her about her eye. God, it's been almost a year since she's had this then, isn't it? A year since this flower stole her eye, and now it's given her back her life when she should've died, except apparently it's out to kill the world and—
There's a soft sigh as Rose closes her eye, counts to ten in her head. She needs a distraction. Or if not that, to go back to sleep.]