looks at with big ole wormie eyes. pointing at hans— bug is so genuinely confused and concerned.

[ a few pathetic noises manage to escape from between the worms lips, head shaking and hair falling all around- its eyes begin to water; confused on why the other isnt up. it assume hans was able to avoid death much like itself, only the weakest bugs could easily be preyed on. and hans didnt seem

[ the bugs nose scrunches as the scent of metal overwhelms him, its tempting- being a parasite he craves that. instead the bug stares and soon straightens up while seated on knees; repeatedly pushing against the others chest. very rhythmic! ] i cant take care of a garden, i dont know how. get up ¡

[ brows furrow as the worm push its hands against the soil top, pulling itself from the depths of the ground. worm scoots itself closer and pushes against hans’ chest- rough. ] why arent you talking? did i say something?

[ poking head up from the dirt, the ichor that seeped into the garden urged the worm up. reaching out with a hand- poking into a torn open wounded side. ] new way to water plants— ¿

retrieves said flower boy @diseasedflowers.bsky.social and begins covering in dirt.

💔

of course i do! [ it muses, speaking a bit louder than it intended to- but overall the bug was very happy to confirm it meant the thing it said. in attempts to provide more reassurance it scoots, scoot scoot, and manages to stay close to hans’ side. head tilted, hair swaying into a new

[ is the sudden burst of emotions scary to witness? absolutely. does the bug freeze and hesitate? yes. but it only lasts for a moment before worm is moving to get off from the mans back and instead come to crouch down just the same beside hans. the parasite stares straight ahead for a bit, letting

[ kodoku tilt head down a bit, point of chin slightly pressed against the top of hans’ head once again- a deep breath in expands the bugs chest before a slow and steady exhale causes it to fall. the bug moves its gaze out further than the flowers, staring at the walls of the garden and taking note

< - just an innocent oblivious worm, unaware of it all. 🪱

i love you. i love you. i love you.

the old garden was pretty, it smelled good- but it was a lot of the same. it felt a little uncanny. [ worm trails on a bit, making a few small noises as if unable to speak- but truthfully just struggling to find the right wording. eventually however the bug let out a soft pop of lips before

eyes widen with an almost forgotten delight, as if reuniting with someone long missed and overwhelmed with a flooding of emotion. it extend a hand- fingers reaching toward it. “ hello— you look more lively than last time! “ worm had a bit more enthusiasm in voice, clearly excited.

was it something i said to make you feel like you're a burden?

you wouldnt mind? [ worm speaks after letting some comforting seconds pass, his eyes having closed during. the bug shifts weight a few times and ends up leaning further against hans. using the support he offered to stay comfortably upright with little effort. worm was fairly light considering

familiar creature! the bug recognizes! worm is standing still but has a friendly smile, and soon a slight tilt of head.

they hate to see a worm catch a vibe !!!

oh— its not too bad. the area i was in before the castle was just mud and gross food scraps. so seeing what i do now is pretty nice! [ it shares some, tilting head and letting cheek momentarily rest against the mans head. pausing and letting the silence continue, once again in awe of the flowers

[ the bug notices the subtle beginnings of trembling shoulders, feeling the start as it rests nearly draped over the man. for a moment the worm debate on speaking up, drawing attention to it- but theres a strange acceptance and understanding. instead kodoku moved one hand and lay his small palm

take me back to the night we met.

[ tearing up. ] hhhh that would be so nice, i think.

i think they are amazing! [ the worm muses with a tone of voice dripping with amazement, its ears wiggle and eyes stare ahead; over the other man and at the bedding of flowers that seem to react like sentient beings being praised. worm soon moves a hand and with a gesture it points at a few of the

you will be nice to me ¿ you mean that?

i am mostly friendly. i think. are you friendly? you seem pretty passive.

your wormsparty.

i guess,,,, im a special worm. do you do anything cool, human bug ?

you got. smoking worms.

human ¿ you look like a bug. are you not related to one? you look like you could have some ant or centipede in you,, both very delicious.

im, a worm. kinda. its easier to say that sometimes. just a bug. what kind of bug are you?

oh,, oh!!! i forget about it a lot. what about it ? is it too curled already…………. is it poking into my head…. be honest..

hair ¿

tell me about it 😔

[ the worm wiggles a bit on feet, almost impatiently- he assumed there would be physical flowers that get planted by hand, but instead his eyes widen in disbelief to conquering it saw. unable to contain excitement at the sight its hands place atop hans’ shoulders as worm stood behind the knelt man.

have you ever considered yourself the problem

this feels DANGEROUS.

i fear saying more.

bestie wait its giving goals

he is SO stupid.

the more you add your name to things the better appealing they sound to me !!!

POLY WHAT

judge of— oh i am so bad with flowers.. but i know what ones look pretty, i think! [ worm continued to walk when hans looked back at, the bug unaware of the slight pace change and bumping directly into the others back. it blinks with some confusion but ultimately doesnt seem shaken. giving a 👍 ]

we can bond over it 🫶

🥰 OUR ex

yeh

[ worm blinks a few times while watching the other contemplate and soon come to a conclusion, it makes the bug tense momentarily! and.. for a moment it was unsure if it was actually meant to follow. ] huehhh,, [ a hesitant motion begins before the worm shuffles steps and starts to walk in an

you know who else your ex can get intoxicated on

your ex

you should plant new stuff! your garden was full of the same thing, maybe a bunch of different stuff will be even more interesting. [ a small rambling begins, gesturing with hands between the moments worm touches the vine. ] i like blue and green and pink, and yellow too- lately ive come to like

i need to cut back a bit 💔 too much pig makes me dizzy. [ does he just have a pork intolerance and not know it ? ]