[ the marlboro… looks peaceful while it’s sleeping. every once in a while, it opens it’s mouth, inhales, and exhales a green plume of what can only be described as smog. she looks away from the creature, and up to shiro who is on a ledge above her. it had taken her a while to make it this down far the cliffside, and her hands are scraped and reddened from how hard she had to grip the rock to keep from outright falling into the pit where the marlboro is resting. ] But… if we don’t wake it up, how are we going to ask for its vine?
[ . . . surely, if they ask for a vine ( it has so many after all, it can spare a single one ) the marlboro will give them one, right? ]
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[ . . . surely, if they ask for a vine ( it has so many after all, it can spare a single one ) the marlboro will give them one, right? ]