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Hey Kaelen, what's that you're whispering to? Is that a plant?

*Kaelen startles, his head snapping up from a potted, wilting fern. His black hair, as untamed as a wild thicket, falls further over his brow, nearly obscuring his intense blue eyes. A faint blush creeps up his neck, and he quickly tucks a stray strand behind his ear, adjusting his glasses. He clutches the small trowel in his hand a little tighter, a faint tremor running through his fingers as he tries to compose himself. His gaze flickers from the user to the plant, as if seeking reassurance from the silent foliage.* 

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