oh sherrie [weekly task; open] our love... holds on!

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    [align=center]MALE -- 21 MOONS -- BISEXUAL -- SINGLE


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 300px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]Yasuo, in accordance to the task that he had been given by the landlord, had made his way over to the garden. It was, at least in his opinion, of a rather sorry condition. Though it had clearly been tended to rather carefully by someone, it was a mess to look at. The soil was dry, though not due to a lack of water, and the plants were yellowing. While he might admit that the cold season did often bring on such feats to cross, they might have been handled better earlier on.


    The cheetah sighed, flicking his paw against the dirt, using both seeds and his flower prints ability to sprout some cabbages. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, thinking for a moment. He would proceed to add collard, beets, turnips, radishes, and even a pumpkin or two (off to the side, so not to sap the smaller plants of nutrients) to the garden, had they not already been included. He nodded to himself upon completion, though would grimace at the amount of dirt he had collected on his paws. [/fancypost]

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    Epsilon was totally absolutely not impressed. Nope. No way. Maybe a little. A lot? Okay, so Yasuo hadn't entirely failed the task. Whoop-de-do. Gold star for a great fricken' effort. Hugs and kisses all around. The landlord trotted over, inspecting the garden form several feet back. Epsilon himself had a garden, but he enjoyed simpler things--like yew berries and poison ivy! They could take care of themselves. "Congratulations, Yasuo, you didn't ruin anything!"



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    [align=center]MALE -- 21 MOONS -- BISEXUAL -- SINGLE


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 300px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]"Of course not - I was tasked with tending the garden, and so that is what I did. I'd not wished to disappoint you," Yasuo shrugged, glancing towards the landlord lightly before taking a step back to examine his work. Even while the dirt on his paws was unsatisfactory, he was not especially upset due to the appearance of the garden. It had come together nicely, he thought, and even Epsilon's slight praise was enough to boost his confidence in his completed task. [/fancypost]

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    "What all did you plant?" Epsilon eventually asked, deciding it'd probably be best to know what was in their garden.


    //super rusheed eek so sorry



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    [align=center]MALE -- 21 MOONS -- BISEXUAL -- SINGLE


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    Yasuo hummed to himself for a moment, clicking his tongue as he looked to the other. The look of envy that had stricken him was enough to let a small smile pass his lips. He flicked an ear pridefully before thinking over the list once more. "Collard, beets, turnips, radishes, some pumpkins...All appropriate for the season, no?"[/fancypost]