Leviathan had never planted a single thing in his life, but it didn't mean he didn't have an appreciation for nature. He was content just being in the greenhouse carriage, enjoying the smell of grass and earth. He'd settled himself next to one of the empty stretches of soil, humming a little tune to himself as he unpackaged bulbs and gently planted them.
His sleeves were rolled up so he wouldn't get them dirty, revealing the burn scars that covered his left hand and arm. Indeed, the scars covered most of the left side of his body, visible above his shirt collar where they stopped just shy of his chin. He considered himself lucky that his head hadn't been burned, as well, because things were already difficult enough as it was.
He wasn't letting his scars bother him for the moment, though, as he carefully covered the flower bulbs, patting the dirt down lightly. It felt good to get his hands dirty in a literal sense. It was normal, therapeutic even.
b. Rewards
He hadn't very much enjoyed chasing down monkeys, but now that everything was in order again, he had a chance to relax. And enjoy some ice cream, which he'd never actually had before. Or, if he had, it'd been so long ago that he'd forgotten, which was also a possibility. He'd never been to a zoo before, either, and it was fascinating to see all the different kinds of animals. But..
"It's sad, isn't it?" he said. "Wild animals caged for the entertainment of others? Humans would put everything in a zoo if they could." Not that demons were that much different, but that didn't mean Leviathan approved of it when they did it, either.
Leviathan | Original
Leviathan had never planted a single thing in his life, but it didn't mean he didn't have an appreciation for nature. He was content just being in the greenhouse carriage, enjoying the smell of grass and earth. He'd settled himself next to one of the empty stretches of soil, humming a little tune to himself as he unpackaged bulbs and gently planted them.
His sleeves were rolled up so he wouldn't get them dirty, revealing the burn scars that covered his left hand and arm. Indeed, the scars covered most of the left side of his body, visible above his shirt collar where they stopped just shy of his chin. He considered himself lucky that his head hadn't been burned, as well, because things were already difficult enough as it was.
He wasn't letting his scars bother him for the moment, though, as he carefully covered the flower bulbs, patting the dirt down lightly. It felt good to get his hands dirty in a literal sense. It was normal, therapeutic even.
b. Rewards
He hadn't very much enjoyed chasing down monkeys, but now that everything was in order again, he had a chance to relax. And enjoy some ice cream, which he'd never actually had before. Or, if he had, it'd been so long ago that he'd forgotten, which was also a possibility. He'd never been to a zoo before, either, and it was fascinating to see all the different kinds of animals. But..
"It's sad, isn't it?" he said. "Wild animals caged for the entertainment of others? Humans would put everything in a zoo if they could." Not that demons were that much different, but that didn't mean Leviathan approved of it when they did it, either.