[Kavinsky wasn't expecting the Barns. He didn't know what, exactly, he had been expecting. Maybe something like Monmouth. Something more industrial. This was...homely, comfortable. Suddenly, he felt a little better about the surprise he'd brought with him; it'd fit in just fine here.
He looked pained at the mere suggestion that he'd driven under the speed limit, though.]
Does that sound like something I'd do?
[He took the beer all the same though, circling around to the passenger side and popping open the door. From the seat, he picked up a small rose bush. It looked mostly normal, except the roses themselves were as black as night. There was one or two in bloom and the others were furled buds. It had thorns, of course; they were large and noticeable. The whole thing looked like it'd been dumped in a pot and then had more dirt packed around it, like either it'd been dug up or hadn't been in the ground to start with. It was healthy though; Kavinsky was sure of it.]
You like plants, right?
[Potted rose in one hand and beer in the other, he nudged the car door closed with his hip.]
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He looked pained at the mere suggestion that he'd driven under the speed limit, though.]
Does that sound like something I'd do?
[He took the beer all the same though, circling around to the passenger side and popping open the door. From the seat, he picked up a small rose bush. It looked mostly normal, except the roses themselves were as black as night. There was one or two in bloom and the others were furled buds. It had thorns, of course; they were large and noticeable. The whole thing looked like it'd been dumped in a pot and then had more dirt packed around it, like either it'd been dug up or hadn't been in the ground to start with. It was healthy though; Kavinsky was sure of it.]
You like plants, right?
[Potted rose in one hand and beer in the other, he nudged the car door closed with his hip.]