"Perhaps, maybe someday." Chirrut allows, remembering their very brief foray into the world of pet ownership. "This is enough for me, for now."
Once he's made his way down the row, he starts back up it again, turning each pot a precise fraction to the left. He doesn't want the leaves to burn with over-exposure, or stand neglected in the shadow of their brothers.
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Date: 2017-07-14 07:45 am (UTC)Once he's made his way down the row, he starts back up it again, turning each pot a precise fraction to the left. He doesn't want the leaves to burn with over-exposure, or stand neglected in the shadow of their brothers.