#𝐈𝐈. * ◞ ic. / moss g.

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giant watched @tooxldtorememxer as the young ghoul pondered around the garden. moss knew that he would be gentle in this sanctuary, he had seen this one before. younger ghoul who behaved so human, it was strange [ but what did moss know of ghouls or humans? ] but curiousity often pushed the watcher of flowers. heavy footsteps fall, the beast of a ghoul emerging from his hiding spot. approaching the other, hunching over to appear less threatening.

❝ hello. ❞ remember your manners, moss. remember others are often intimated by that titan stature. seeing the change in fellow ghoul, moss frowns. only to raise his hand, revealing a fistful of dirt and a single daffodil in the centre, completely removed roots and all. ❝ for you, a new friend. ❞

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tag dump one.

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guilt and confusion rattled inside him at such a response. he never meant to terrify cory, not in a thousand years. heavy frown only deepened, the confusion furthering. they both were ghouls, after all. yet both were often shunned by the others, moss knew that. had been a witnessed to the cruel tricks of others [ why are you mean? we are all the same. ] and that only confused him more. was he being unintentionally cruel ? moss would have to ask papa for answers and more lessons on understanding emotions.

❝ no one knows. ❞ there is no need to return the gesture. it was a gift from moss to cory. a token of friendship. dirt - stained hand turned back, index finger pointing inwards towards himself. a grunt following the action. ❝ named moss. you are ? ❞ it was rare for others to venture into the gardens, let alone allowed by papa primo, so the earth ghoul was excited to interact with another outside of his immediate circle. plus socializing was good or so he was told.

mighty head tilts to one side, speckles of dirt rolled from the mass of hair. watching, observing the other. clawed hand raised higher and higher, until he was petting cory on the shoulder. moss was terrible with words but his actions were better. ❝ you are . . . earth ghoul, yes ? like me. ❞ a large, fanged grin spreads across his features at this realization. ❝ in a way, we are siblings. another little brother for moss. ❞

It was finally getting warmer and spring was just around the corner which meant the gardens started to sprout and grow again and Cory took great enjoyment in watching it at work. Every day he came to watch, every day he came to help and make sure all the plants had the best chance before they would eventually fully bloom and attract all kinds of life to the garden again.

Every day he was alone, or so he thought so when he heard such heavy footsteps approach he squealed a little and backed away like he’d done something wrong by simply just looking at the bush, eyes downcast and hands tucked behind his back like a guilty naughty child. No scolding came though and he slowly looked up at the ghoul who had approached him, surprised to be almost at eye level with him, not exactly common for him. “Hello,” he replied softly, shy and hesitant at first.

“Oh,” he blinked surprised at the lone flower in his hand and he slowly moved his own hands up to scoop the dirt and the flower into his own hands. “Th-thank you,” he wasn’t used to being given gifts by others and it made his cheeks flush a little. “Uhm.. I have nothing.. I’m sorry,” he rushed through his words and looked a little ashamed that he didn’t have something to give him back. “I didn’t know…”