It sounds like an orchestra falling down the stairs and honestly it hurts Webber's ears and it's tiring him out really fast, but no plant can stay sad when surrounded by so many ridiculous noises. Either that, or it's because the Frankeninstrument producing them is greased with nightmare fuel and enchanted so that certain weak-willed or simple-minded beings will perceive the source of the sound as a friend. Could be both. Honk, boom, crash!
The fly, meanwhile, goes for a defensive retreat; instead of moving in to sting Maxwell, it flies further away from him, out of reach of the sword. It hovers on the edge of the garden, looking like it's dancing to Webber's atonal music. A fire nettle bud creeps out of the soil.
"Hey!" the spiderchild shouts, taking their hands off the accordion (the honking does not entirely subside) so they can first point accusingly at the weed and then take out a shovel to dig it up. "Stop that!"
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Date: 2023-06-29 01:00 pm (UTC)The fly, meanwhile, goes for a defensive retreat; instead of moving in to sting Maxwell, it flies further away from him, out of reach of the sword. It hovers on the edge of the garden, looking like it's dancing to Webber's atonal music. A fire nettle bud creeps out of the soil.
"Hey!" the spiderchild shouts, taking their hands off the accordion (the honking does not entirely subside) so they can first point accusingly at the weed and then take out a shovel to dig it up. "Stop that!"