[the pot she was filling just happened to be done now, making for perfect timing for an impromptu tutorial. she slides herself and the pot a little closer to Josuke before starting so as to give him a better view.
it would be easy to use a trowel for this, but Hazel always enjoyed shaping the holes with her hands. it was childish, and likely less efficient, but she loved to feel the soil between her fingers and remember younger days in her father's garden. it soothed the soul.]
You only want to go down as far as the plant's tall, so you don't end up burying the fucking thing when you cover it back up. Like this.
[having achieved a satisfactory depression she allows Josuke to peer at it and compare it to the size of the flower in her hands as she gently reached over and freed one from the closest flat.]
These pots degrade on their own once you put 'em in the dirt, so you don't have to worry about decapitating them when you pull them out or anything. Just drop the whole thing in.
[she does so and then proceeds to gently cover the bloom up and neatly pat down the excess dirt. it's in stark contrast to her blunt actions in every other aspect of life, but Hazel seems more than used to doing it.]
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[the pot she was filling just happened to be done now, making for perfect timing for an impromptu tutorial. she slides herself and the pot a little closer to Josuke before starting so as to give him a better view.
it would be easy to use a trowel for this, but Hazel always enjoyed shaping the holes with her hands. it was childish, and likely less efficient, but she loved to feel the soil between her fingers and remember younger days in her father's garden. it soothed the soul.]
You only want to go down as far as the plant's tall, so you don't end up burying the fucking thing when you cover it back up. Like this.
[having achieved a satisfactory depression she allows Josuke to peer at it and compare it to the size of the flower in her hands as she gently reached over and freed one from the closest flat.]
These pots degrade on their own once you put 'em in the dirt, so you don't have to worry about decapitating them when you pull them out or anything. Just drop the whole thing in.
[she does so and then proceeds to gently cover the bloom up and neatly pat down the excess dirt. it's in stark contrast to her blunt actions in every other aspect of life, but Hazel seems more than used to doing it.]
It's not fucking brain surgery or anything.