[PRP] Get off my lawn...! (Story & Stone Garden)

[Muffinsbaby]

Stone Garden walked through her masterpiece, as she did every day, a permanent scowl fixed upon her mouth. She laid every rock, stone, and gem of her garden meticulously and adjusted as she went as needed, her eyes ever-vigilant of any that would seek to ruin it.

As she neared her closest neighbor, the lines of her mouth deepened to a frown and here eyes closed to squinting. The rabble had ruined her garden with the addition of his version of a joke and she would not sit idly by. She grumbled about his menagerie and how unruly they were and how he himself needed to be neater.

"Hey twig-breath! Keep your debris on YOUR side!," She growled as she grabbed the tiniest stick and tossed it away.

[LOLLI qAq]

Story shook his head slowly and chuckled as he made his way over to the clearly defined boundary between the space where he'd decided to start his planned garden(a new venture for him) and the rock garden his neighbor had started. It was a boundary that Stone Garden had created for her own purposes and was vigilant to keep neat and tidy. Story, on the other hand, did not care about it.

At all.

He did wonder, especially in moments like this, if she wasn't actively looking for reasons to be upset. Just to have someone to talk to.

Story was consistently amused how much the two of them looked like their respective garden features of choice. No one could claim they didn't aesthetical match their homes.

As he stopped before her Story grinned warmly as he looked down at the little stick she'd tossed away from her pebbles.

"You know, my dear neighbor, there are other ways to start a conversation. I do so humbly apologize for the distress that," he pointedly lifted a random twig from the ground, "nature seems to have caused you today."

He did and didn't mean that to be so antagonistic, but sometimes it was the low-hanging fruit that was the tastiest.

[Muffinsbaby]

Stone Garden lifted her chin and huffed. She eyed the chaos that was Story and her eye began to twitch.

"I'm sure there are other ways, but this one seemed most fitting," she replied, voice so gravelly it was almost a growl, "Nature is disorganized chaos that has no place in my garden. Also, speaking of chaos, your collection was making entirely too much noise last night."

Her scowl deepened as she looked down at a slow but eagerly approaching tortoise and grumbled, "I told you not to move."