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Kingsly poked around at the base, looking for those beautiful flowers he had originally come to this planet for. It had become a routine at this point, seeing just how diverse the flora was, and more intriguingly, how tall it all was. Some smaller plants, around his height, had grown in between large brick slabs, the soft yellows and off-white catching his eye.
It was here, studying the dandelions, where he noticed something, or rather someone a lot more interesting. Kingsly first saw a flash of purple, and wondered if it was its own unique type of flower that he had yet to make note of. Though, when he peaked around the corner, he was a little disappointed to find that it was a person.
From where he was standing he couldn’t see their face, but he was positive that he had not seen them before. Had that Rescue Corps person saved them too? How many others were out there, were they looking for flowers too?
He seemed to have gotten lost in his thoughts, as that castaway had turned around and was suddenly looking back at him! They seemed to laugh a little, their shoulders shaking, and gave a small wave.
It was… cute.
Cute?!
Kingsly blushed and hid from them, shaking his head to try to ignore his thoughts. He looked back at the little flowers and picked one, finding that the stems were very flexible. As he fiddled with the stem, he looked back in the direction he knew they were standing. It was as if a lightbulb had switched on in his head.
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After that strange encounter with the red-haired castaway, Puddle found himself wanting to know more about them.
Were they just nervous around new people? Why were they staring at him like that? And who does their hair? The way it was styled almost made it look like they had a large red flower on their head, it was absolutely adorable!
He looked around to find the other Rescue Corps members hard at work, either watching over each other or studying the surroundings for any possible threats. They all seemed too busy for idle chit-chat, so he was left to his own devices.
Not being able to speak to anyone made his skin feel all crawly. After all, his job as a stylist prompted many lovely conversations with clients and friends alike, the quiet just felt so unnatural to him. But he stayed put, keeping a hopeful smile on his face. He had been rescued from likely peril by some plucky volunteer, and soon he would return home to make up for all the lost time spent on this alien planet. There was always something to smile about!
Puddle’s ears pricked up at the sound of shuffling coming up behind him. Though, when he turned around, he didn’t see anyone, person or creature. Strange, he thought, until he noticed the gift lying at his feet.
A beautifully woven crown of flowers caught the light magnificently, leaving him in awe at the craftsmanship. While it seemed too large to fit on his head, it sat nicely on his helmet without obstructing the antenna. It was surprisingly light too, and the yellow complimented his purple.
He looked around and saw a glimpse of the other castaway, just barely visible from a distance. Did they make it for him? The sweet gesture made his heart race, and he averted his eyes with a wobbly grin, his cheeks hot. The two will likely cross paths more often in the future, he can only hope.