[So, Sam had gone to Prefect's room, communicator in hand, to make sure he'd gotten word of the Inmate AA thing. But what he finds... is horrifying enough to make him drop his comm. It clicks on, unbeknownst to him.]
Where's your bed?
[Pause.]
Where's-- There was a bed. Here. And-- and pillows. Here. Sheets... were supposed to be there.
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Comrade, I... I sold that. I thought you knew.
[And now he's defensive.]
And why can't I have a rosebush? You're the one who keeps encouraging me to garden, in various capacities.
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[Then, a sigh.]
I'm not gonna tell you that you can't have a rosebush, Prefect. Just-- it's huge. Sorta... [He looks at it, KIND OF IMPRESSED.] taking over the room.
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[And then he tenses again, because he's protective of his giant symbol of obsessive love rosebush.]
It's not taking over, it's just... healthy. Flourishing, even, Comrade. [He looks at the giant rosebush, and a sort of a half smile creeps onto his face, then he chases his away as his defensiveness kicks back in.]
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Yeah... I can see that. [He walks over to it, looking it up and down.] So long as it doesn't... ask you to feed it, I don't have a problem. I'm surprised, is all. [He looks at Prefect, and he takes that creepy smile as something HOPEFUL AND ENCOURAGING. He grins at him. OH SAM. You failure.] You've really got a green thumb, y'know.
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[OH, DUH, WHERE ELSE WOULD IT BE.]
That'd be brilliant, Doctor.
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[Cough.] Er, right. Yeah, I can help.
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[Awkward pause.]
He sold the last one.
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