My green...? [He pauses, before reaching into the confines of his robes, pulling out his bag of seeds, along with a knife.]
Assistance would be nice, but... [He can think of that, later. He finds a good spot on his neck, slipping the tip of the knife against his skin. As blood drips from it, he pulls out a seed and pushes it into the wound. Within seconds, the seed grows, roots winding their way through his skin. The plant bursts forth, vines stretching out with bustling leaves, burgeoning bundles of dark red grapes coming forth here and there.]
I can do a lot of things with them. [He says, when they finally stop growing. The veins on his cheek pulsate.] Can you feel things with yours?
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Assistance would be nice, but... [He can think of that, later. He finds a good spot on his neck, slipping the tip of the knife against his skin. As blood drips from it, he pulls out a seed and pushes it into the wound. Within seconds, the seed grows, roots winding their way through his skin. The plant bursts forth, vines stretching out with bustling leaves, burgeoning bundles of dark red grapes coming forth here and there.]
I can do a lot of things with them. [He says, when they finally stop growing. The veins on his cheek pulsate.] Can you feel things with yours?