Michael's joking, obviously. He looks pretty harmless - straight white teeth when he smiles, bright blue eyes that border on grey. He brushes his fingers back through the curls of his hair, shaking them out so he can see a little better, and he steps forward, kneeling down to look at the flowers.
"These -" -- and he picks one, standing back up, rolling the stem in his fingers. "- are new. I've been living here for a while. These are the first flowers I've seen in months."
Jamie leans against the side of the well while Michael examines the flowers.
"They are new," he agrees. He doesn't take credit for them; he's been hiding himself from humans for so long that showing his hand here feels like a bad idea. Just because he's run into other different people in no way makes him safe.
"They're paperwhites. Part of the narcissus family, like daffodils."
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Michael's joking, obviously. He looks pretty harmless - straight white teeth when he smiles, bright blue eyes that border on grey. He brushes his fingers back through the curls of his hair, shaking them out so he can see a little better, and he steps forward, kneeling down to look at the flowers.
"These -" -- and he picks one, standing back up, rolling the stem in his fingers. "- are new. I've been living here for a while. These are the first flowers I've seen in months."
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"They are new," he agrees. He doesn't take credit for them; he's been hiding himself from humans for so long that showing his hand here feels like a bad idea. Just because he's run into other different people in no way makes him safe.
"They're paperwhites. Part of the narcissus family, like daffodils."