there are rows and rows of plantlife all being tended to — mostly trees and various plants to help stimulate oxygen levels, but there are a few easy to grow veg there too, like potatoes and mushrooms. that isn't where cain is. further in there's a flat patch of floor a couple yards long and wide of just soft grass. cain is laying in the middle of it, staring up at the ceiling, a cigarette in between his lips.
abel relaxes when he sees him, because at least he's not punching the living daylights out of other people -- and he's ridiculously relieved there isn't some sort of bloody fight club in the middle of the greenhouse. he knows cain's temper, it's just surprising that it's directed at him. ]
Hey.
[ he's coming over now, stepping close to sit with him without even bothering to ask if he can. something twinges in his mind, a realisation not yet ripe, and he half-heartedly murmurs. ]
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He's my BOSS
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his hand was on your KNEE abel
is that appropriate to you
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I'M NOT STUPID
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you're pissing me off
more than i already am
you let other people touch you like that?
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Cain, where are you?
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or i'll just do it anyway
i haven't decided yet
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please?
I want to see you
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fine
i'm in the greenhouse
bottom deck
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abel is coming over immediately, coming through the greenhouse in mere minutes. ]
Cain?
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there are rows and rows of plantlife all being tended to — mostly trees and various plants to help stimulate oxygen levels, but there are a few easy to grow veg there too, like potatoes and mushrooms. that isn't where cain is. further in there's a flat patch of floor a couple yards long and wide of just soft grass. cain is laying in the middle of it, staring up at the ceiling, a cigarette in between his lips.
they didn't have anything green on mars.
he lifts up a hand for abel to find him. )
Yo.
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abel relaxes when he sees him, because at least he's not punching the living daylights out of other people -- and he's ridiculously relieved there isn't some sort of bloody fight club in the middle of the greenhouse. he knows cain's temper, it's just surprising that it's directed at him. ]
Hey.
[ he's coming over now, stepping close to sit with him without even bothering to ask if he can. something twinges in his mind, a realisation not yet ripe, and he half-heartedly murmurs. ]
You can't smoke in here.