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hey

i need someone who knows about plants. and vegetables. some dog came by and grew a bunch of stuff but i don't know what some of it is.

it's all the way over in that abandoned monkey base, though, so don't bother if it's a hassle. it'll probably all end up dead under my care anyway.

ps-
if anyone knows how to get dried blood out of clothes, i need that too.

- ichimatsu 🐾

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[Excuse you, she has way more common sense than to allow people to grow poisonous things in this garden. Sure, she didn't know what the seeds this weird mancat had were, but she's seen he's a good enough soul, and she trusts his judgment. Besides, if it's really drugs they planted, what's the big deal? They need more medicine in this place, and people that know how to cultivate and grow them.

Her smile disappears very quickly, and she turns her head again to the garden, tilting it to one side curiously with a low rumbling noise in her throat. What the problem? She didn't smell anything bad from the sprouts she planted... And even if they are bad, she can just dig them up. No harm, no foul.]

[to Ammy:] It's not your fault he's a moron. You're doing great, sweetie.

[She's a good dog, Brent!! This Other Guy, however . . . ]

You, on the other hand, fucking let this dog plant weed.

[Are you shitting him?? Weed? Ichimatsu stares at the thin, serrated leaves a bit harder before realizing that the asshole is... probably absolutely right. And not only is he right, but that's one of the plants that she grew for him specifically, which means... Connor is also right about that.]

[wtf.]

Yeah, you're a good dog.

[Said almost as an aside, in a much more pleasant tone. At least they're mutually agreed on one thing.]

[Then he turns back on Connor with a grimace.]

Like I had any idea what it was! All these damn seeds just kept showing up, so I asked her to plant some. What, are you a cop or something?

[Ammy's tail wags a little bit, and her happy smile returns. I mean, she can't...exactly deny what this new guy is saying. The mancat here is pretty weird. Nice, yes, and certainly quite different, but...he's also very odd.

As her attention begins to wane - this is clearly not about her and she's not getting in the middle of it - Ammy is brought back to attention by the single word that has her ears pointed up and choke out a yelp, like she'd been kicked. WEEDS?! In her garden?! She actually planted weeds?! Her head zips to and fro from the two humans and her precious garden, meant to house numerous plants and vegetables for everyone to enjoy, use, and consume, and she leaps towards it with every intent to uproot the so called "weeds" she inadvertently planted.

NO WEEDS IN MY GARDEN, FOOLS.]

No. Do you even understand how stupid it is to have weed next to your fucking veggies? Edibles are -

[oh??? ok. that's. that's happening. he feels like he's in a vine or something.

IS THAT A WEED I'M CALLING THE POLICE dials 911 on the microwave]

You don't have to rip it up, just - [Connor pinches the bridge of his nose.] It doesn't go near the vegetables.

[Connor Murphy didn't sign up for Explaining Marijuana To Dogs. He just didn't, and he hates this.]

[fkuc me]

Ah, w-wait, dog! Stop! Damn it...

[Although he raises his voice, Ichimatsu doesn't do a whole lot to physically try and pull her off the marijuana. Mostly because he's still baffled. What the fuck is he even supposed to do with it? Why the Fuck did those islands just give him weed??]

We'll just plant it somewhere else, okay?

[IT'S A WEED, IT DOESN'T GO ANYWHERE IN ANY GARDEN - R U DUM??

Though she perhaps managed to fuss up one of the plants, the rest remain in tact as she's ordered to halt, making a whimpering noises because...really. They're weeds. If they're allowed to continue living in the garden, then they'll choke out the life of all the other plants! That's what she assumes anyway, because, w-well...she's very obviously thinking about a different sort of weed, ahahah.

But I mean, if these two guys want a garden of weeds, hen who if she to complain about it? But she's not going to dig out another row of soil for that... Not freely, anyway. Her ears flatten against her head and her nose wrinkles as she bares her teeth in clear distaste. She can get pots, maybe...but it'll be a chore. And may cost a favor. Bleh.]

It's not a weed, it's - [Quickly cycles through every single word he knows for weed and just settles on:] Do you know what marijuana is? It's a kind of drug that . . . it helps with pain and shit, but if you eat too much of it, you'll start seeing things, so it can't be kept near the vegetables. Yes? Does that make sense?

[He is not . . . 100% sure how much of what he's saying the dog understands. It's obviously listening, but does it?? Fully understand?? Or does it just know certain words??? And then, because he sincerely does not trust Ichimatsu to not do this:]

By the way, stupid: do not eat the weed. It'll make you sick and you'll get like 0% of the benefits.

[He rounds on Connor, bristling.]

Don't talk down to me, asshole! I might be trash, but even someone like me knows not to eat drugs!

[Huffing and puffing, Ichimatsu dramatically stomps over to Amaterasu. He withdraws a hand from his pockets and attempts to drop it on her head, instantly softening. Also hedging his bets that an agitated woofer won't bite his hand off, but oh well.]

Sorry, sorry... don't be mad. We can move it next to my tree or something. Your garden'll be fine.

[Ammy does understand, and the moment she hears the so-called weed is a drug called Mari...Marj...Meri...--stuff, she actually seems to calm down considerably. Her eyes are poised on Connor as he lists its many uses for medicine. That's pretty impressive, and she actually feels a little bad for nearly ripping it up so hastily. Her ears fold back against her skull and she looks sadly at the one she did uproot, dropping it on the ground slowly.

:C ...8C

Her mood lifts a little when Ichimatsu comes over to pet her head, and she rubs her face into his palm, licking at his fingers gently before shaking her head - it's fine. He can do as he pleases, this is a garden made for everyone to use, but they are his seeds. If he wants to transplant them into a new place, she can certainly assist with that. Ammy will even dig up a plot of land specifically for that purpose by his tree house.]

For all I know, you're gonna go around trying to make edibles and accidentally getting everyone high, which would be a mess because edibles take so long to kick in that you'll be overdosing people.

[What he's saying is 100% "don't make pot brownies, you idiot." That absolutely sounds like something someone stupid enough to just plant random seeds would end up doing. Then, sort of generally:]

That shit? Very powerful, very much meant to be used sparingly.

[That's a good doggo. Ichimatsu isn't at all surprised to see her shake her head as if she understood; dogs are pretty smart. He still glances down at her and scratches his fingers along her ears, cuffing them playfully. See? She's so understanding. Cats, dogs, they're just plain better than people.]

[With his other hand, he directs a much ruder gesture towards Connor. Ichimatsu the multitasker.]

Do I look like the kinda guy who'd cook pot and hand it out because I'm nice? Let someone else do it. And stop talking about it like it's some kind of experimental super drug.

[Ammy leans into the young man's hand with her head, panting happily as her tail thumps the ground. That is, until she actually pays attention to what is being spoken about her friend here. Now, she may not know this weird man-cat very well, but from what she has seen? He's a decent enough person. He loves his cats, and she's not seen him do anything ultimately bad just yet. Not out of sheer necessity, anyway.

So she sets Connor with a bit of a blank look. Those are some wild and rather rude assumptions, my guy. Sure he planted some unknown seeds, but how was he supposed to know until they bloomed? Even Ammy is aware that the Storyteller is a bit, ah...vague in their gifts, unless extreme detail is given for the requested items.

You're making a mountain out of a molehill.]

Whatever, man. But don't call me after you're so out of your skull you can't remember how breathing works.

[He's cranky that he has neighbors, mostly. Don't mind him.]

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