towerofanimus | Planting in the Halls [OPEN]

Characters: Seborga and Anyone!
Setting: In the hallways, dormitory level
Format: Log
Summary: Seborga's not sure where he is, but he's gonna try to set up a garden anyway.
Warnings: Seborga being extra-derpy?

Other: Freaking finally, I'm posting with Seborga. >_< Let's do this!

While he had been in and out of his bedroom for a little while now, Seborga still had no idea where he was or what was going on. But he did know one thing for sure! He wanted to start growing some plants. Because he was bored and skipping around the hallways could only entertain him for so long.

And so he found himself out in the hallway, trying to find a decent amount of light from anywhere. Pushed up against the wall, he had a pot filled with some dirt that he had dropped a few seeds into. "That's-a right! You'll be big and strong, I just-a need to get you lots and lots of water!"

He was so distracted by his plant that he did not know or care if he was the only person in the hallway.

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It'd been a surprise that these two hadn't bumped into each other already, but then again, their rooms were a long distance apart and Romano hadn't been extremely social lately anyway. Romano had been leaving his room to go down to the cafeteria and loiter before eventually performing his boring job, but that whole plan went down the drain when he saw that familiar bouncing curl on this person's head.

"Hey, frate--" At first, he thought it was Veneziano, but when he moved closer he recognized the hair color of another 'nation' entirely. "Oh, it's just you." The words weren't meant to sound so disheartened, because even though this was not the brother he was looking for, it was still a comfort to know Seborga was okay too.

Holland knew gardens. Actually, he knew very many things, was a pretty smart guy -- but gardens were one of his specialties. Which is why, when he encounters Seborga in the hallway, he doesn't hesitate to give his input, tired though he was from his job of window washing. But he'd gotten Poffertje from his room and the little rabbit was lifting his spirits already, so he crouches down in front of Seborga and sets the bunny down, cigarette loose between his lips. He removes it to speak, watching his rabbit set it's front paws on the pot and sniff at it.

"It won't grow."

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Canada watched him for a moment. He had the trademark Italy curl...maybe he was the male Italy? Though she wasn't sure this was how she imagined North Italy. Hmn. Did North Italy plant?

"Will it grow without sunlight?" She knelt beside his pot and touched the soil, packing it down in one spot.

For most of the current day, Ienzo had been sitting in his room, reading a book. He had been only vaguely aware of the others coming in and out of it, but there was one of them who seemed to be puttering in and out more often than anyone else did. (As a matter of fact, he hadn't seen his other two roommates... well, he had seen one of them, but he didn't realize it yet.) But he did realize after a short while that the brown-haired man had stopped coming in quite as frequently.

He made no connection between this and the fact that there was talking outside. Very loud talking outside.

Ienzo wasn't sure if there was a conversation being held out there or what, but it was just a little hard to concentrate with all those scraping noises and announcements that have something to do with water or... something. Shaking his head in disapproval, he popped his head out of the door to discover... his roommate. Who was now talking to a plant. In the middle of the hall.

What.

"...Excuse me," he whispered across the hall. "What are you doing?"

Planting in the Halls [OPEN]

Seboooooo ;A;

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Time for the roomies to meet and be best friends forever! ...Or not.