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It had been a rather good day for Thomas.
A certain gentleman had come by his usual drop point, interested in engaging Ouroboros' particular talents. A short walk, about an hours worth of work snaking through vents and cracks, and a job well done. So well done in fact that his most recent customer had given him a bit of a bonus. A bag full of grape seeds, apparently prime for the planting.
Walking home, Thomas had taken the time to plot it out in his head. There was a beautiful expanse of farm land in the rear of his new home that would be wonderful for grapes to flourish, all he'd have to do is some hoeing and digging, and he'd have a fine crop next year.
Which is why when Thomas made his way back to said area, his jaw dropped in astonishment that there was already a crop of grapes waiting for him. Full rows of ready to drop fruit in row after row, just as he'd imagined planting them. "Well." Glancing at the bag of seeds in his hands. "Guess I won't actually need these."
Even as he makes the decison to get rid of the seeds, the field in front of him wavers, fades and vanishes with a sort of popping noise. Thomas stares for a moment, completely confused, before venturing "Huh, guess I do need to plant them after a- Oh, come on!" For now, the grapes are back.
"What the hell is going on here?"
A certain gentleman had come by his usual drop point, interested in engaging Ouroboros' particular talents. A short walk, about an hours worth of work snaking through vents and cracks, and a job well done. So well done in fact that his most recent customer had given him a bit of a bonus. A bag full of grape seeds, apparently prime for the planting.
Walking home, Thomas had taken the time to plot it out in his head. There was a beautiful expanse of farm land in the rear of his new home that would be wonderful for grapes to flourish, all he'd have to do is some hoeing and digging, and he'd have a fine crop next year.
Which is why when Thomas made his way back to said area, his jaw dropped in astonishment that there was already a crop of grapes waiting for him. Full rows of ready to drop fruit in row after row, just as he'd imagined planting them. "Well." Glancing at the bag of seeds in his hands. "Guess I won't actually need these."
Even as he makes the decison to get rid of the seeds, the field in front of him wavers, fades and vanishes with a sort of popping noise. Thomas stares for a moment, completely confused, before venturing "Huh, guess I do need to plant them after a- Oh, come on!" For now, the grapes are back.
"What the hell is going on here?"