Plant hunting

[femmejosephine]

Do you want to look at plants with me today?

When the text arrived in the middle of a lunch rush, Nikita couldn't take the time to decipher it, so she just put her mobile back in her pocket.  Daisy did like to send random texts, generally suggesting a drink, a fight, a lay, or all three, so that wasn't the issue.  She wasn't much for euphemisms, though.  She and Nikita understood what this was and what this wasn't, and both of them preferred to say what they meant when it wasn't a risk to do so. 

An hour later, when the rush was over and Nikita was free to look at her phone, she pulled up the messaging app and considered the words again.  Daisy had a lot more plants in her flat than Nikita ever would.  Plants reminded Nikita of Carla and her offering of a rubber tree, which was both a good and a bad memory.  She had one or two, but only the kind that thrived on neglect.   Nikita understood plants that thrived on neglect.

Actual plants?  You don't have enough of those already?

She still didn't know exactly what was going on here, but it might be fun to find out.

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[hear_the_blood]

Daisy isn't bothered that it takes Nikita time to answer her. The woman's got two jobs, after all. She's bound to be at one of them unless Daisy texts her at night. But night time is when all the garden centers close down, and that sort of defeats the purpose of shopping for plants, doesn't it? So she waits patiently for the response, then smirks when she gets it. She glances around her flat, which isn't nearly as planty as she'd like.

No such thing, she sends back. Besides, I think Big Mona is lonely for someone her own size.

Big Mona is the majesty palm John bought her, nearly two years on now. The plant's thriving, but Daisy will use any excuse to add to her growing collection.