Well... the story is that one day Death arrived on our island. He met someone and told them that he had to take care of all the lycoris flowers, because one day he would offer them to his bride. If the flowers were to ever wilt, then Death would come to reap the souls of the whole island...
So... Grandpa takes care of the flowers, and I'll be next. But they're flowers that people find really scary... If you know what I know, they might be mad at you too.
Even if I love that story... I don't want anyone to get hurt.
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[ laurence, internally: this has to end eventually and we won't have to see a child be upset his grandpa isn't here to see him, right? right? ]
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but yves gaaaasps ]
Can we, Laurence? He'd love that....
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[ assuming they are toddling around the gardens, yves will perk up once he sees the white and pink spider lilies blooming somewhere ]
Oh, there...! But their color is different...
[ the ones on yves's halo are black, after all ]
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You're used to... what, red and black ones?
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But that's why a lot of people hate them... but Grandpa always took me there anyway. They mean a lot to him.
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But if you can't pick them, you can't make a bouquet out of them, either.
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That's how Death wants to propose to his bride... and I want to do that, too!
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You want to propose with death flowers?
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Then maybe you'll find a way to do it safely, someday. It must be a really good story for you to like it that much.
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So... Grandpa takes care of the flowers, and I'll be next. But they're flowers that people find really scary... If you know what I know, they might be mad at you too.
Even if I love that story... I don't want anyone to get hurt.
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I'll keep it a secret. Because I don't want anyone to get hurt, either.