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good omens - crowley

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Good little flower
Bloom for old Uncle Crowley
And you get to live

[ooc: Delivering a haiku-encouragement to his plants. All replies will be haikus.]

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So they're almost like prisoners.

They're all free to go
I would love to see them try
Running on root feet?

I rest my case. They can't go anywhere.

But if they're sentient, you should be nicer to them.

[ Li, what are you? Savior of the Flora? ]

It's not my nature
The plants have their lot in life
And I have mine, yes?

I understand that, Mister Crowley. [ sotto voce, ] But what if the City curses the plants one day? Like in the Little Shop Of Horrors. And they're not happy with you?

I should beware too
Lest the baristas rise up
That's no way to live

Th-that's not funny. It's the City. Anything can happen!

That's always the way
Fear it? Hide under the bed
That isn't for me

[ Not for him either, to be honest. ]

We-ell. At least you'll have a pretty garden in the meanwhile. And, um, obedient [ prisoners ] plants.

It has worked for years
But my roommate undermines
With his plant coddling

Or maybe, to keep prisoners on their toes, you need a good cop for every bad cop.

N-Not to label anyone good or bad.

Why not label it?
An angel and a demon
Define good and bad

[ At home, Hei deals with amorality and immorality on a daily basis. He's seldom bothered to peg anything into petty little slots of Right or Wrong. Not unless it suits him. ]

[ Naturally 'Li' is much more simplistic. ]

I've never actually believed in angels and demons. But I guess you're right.