The Garden, Sunday

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There was a garden at the school!!!!! It seemed a little haphazardly tended, but... a GARDEN!

Shiemi had set out with some of the seedlings she'd brought from home to try and find a place to start a garden and had come across this lovely spot that had obviously once been well loved. She and Nee-chan had immediately set about weeding and clearing out old growth, every once in a while stopping to examine and take notes on new plants or insects they found.

"Ah. Look at how badly this area was eaten," Shiemi frowned and pondered the leaf she was holding. "Nee-chan? Let's put some rue here. That should give them a small break. Hmmm. When is the best time to plant it..."




[Open! Shiemi will be in the garden until someone drags her out.]

Shooting Range, Sunday Afternoon

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One of these days, someone was going to figure out that Dante being in the gun range was a good indicator he'd been involuntarily dragged home recently. But today, he was pretty sure, was not that day.

He should probably do something about it. Find some other outlet. But he couldn't think of anything; didn't know anyone on the island he could spar with, and Ezra was gone, and this shit always left him with an excess of violence in his body. He fired multiple bullets into the target in front of him, letting Ebony and Ivory speak for him. Faster and faster, his fingers squeezing the trigger over and over until they became almost a blur.

It wasn't enough.

And the target was shredded now, anyway. He sighed. Gave the girls a twirl, shoved them back into their holsters. Went out there. Replaced the target.

Tried doing trick shots for a while instead, using the ricochet.

It'd be better if the targets could fight back, but they stayed silent, and so did Dante. Ebony and Ivory would have to do the speaking for all of them.

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