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He'd gone bouncing off after something or other, considering the thing that had happened with Twilight-- does!-- and Manslaughter and Lower Down and all that, and wondering. He'd bounded unheeding, over and under and over again, and had to stop to begin to wade through the haunch-high drifts of nettles. He didn't mind them too much, though Bleeding Heart hated them, and he wandered through and into a sparse, ovalish clearing to examine the way the dead leaves of the nettle plants had gotten tangled and clung around his hooves and tails.

"Wow." He considered the cave guarded by the nettles, flicking his tail to try to fling off some of the clinging bits and pieces. He poked his nose into the cave and caroled, "Hello?"

Well, Peeper didn't do more than stick his nose in just barely-- the echoes were cool, and the nettles were neat, and Peeper hopped around blithely, tail flipping to try and dislodge some of the dead leaves. "This is really cool."

He even liked the carefully cleared space and the way it was vaguely ovalish, but then, Peeper was easy to please. Always had been, likely always would be. "It just needs some flowers." And all the nettles had crowded out the flowers pretty totally. Maybe whoever lived in the cave was out fixing it? Peeper would have gone and fixed it.

The somewhat unsettling, fluttering little thought didn't really make much impact; Peeper wasn't really a hmph kind of buck. It especially didn't settle much as he forged away, back through the nettles.

But he'd be back! With flowers.

Flowers. Not just flowers, but the biggest, most cheerful looking flowers Peeper could find. He held a big bouquet of them in his teeth, struggling carefully to get them through the nettles without ruining them. It meant that his tail and hooves were practically layered in dead leaves, and he had to turn most of the way around to ease his tail past the last stinging patch.

He turned back to the cave entrance and paused. It was definitely a dramatic pose, and maybe got the reaction Nettle was going for. Peeper paused a couple of steps from him and the flowers tip out of his mouth, kind of like his jaw went unhinged. He caught them before he could drop them entirely, but tucked his ears back and sat, quite respectfully, with his dead-leaf-covered hooves tucked together and his tail twitching behind him.

He put the flowers down, and then blinked at Nettle. "Hi. I thought maybe you were getting something to brighten up your cave but you really don't need anything I guess because you do a great job of it, so maybe you can just have these instead. Or not. I mean, whatever you want."

He hadn't actually meant to say that much in one go. But he watched Nettle's face and then nodded a bit. "Yes." He was definitely pink. And poofy-- he was sure that would be the next comment, because it almost always was. His tail twitched, and the rustle of a leaf letting go and hitting the floor made his ear twitch. Still, his eyes didn't move off of Nettle.

Peeper chose to stay very still, watching the way Nettle walked without comment. It was fascinating! He'd never seen a kimeti walk like that, and Nettle did it so easily. Peeper wondered if he'd learned how to do it or had just always walked like that.

He watched the petal smush. "Well, flowers. Um. The really bright ones. Because it's sort of gray here, and I thought it needed more color, except that now you're here and you've got that awesome orange, so it doesn't seem nearly as gray as it did before. Though maybe if you got rid of the dead leaves, it'd seem fresher, if you want it that way. And blue's not a good color for here anyway, not for you." Yellow ones, next time.

He made a promise ot himself, yellow ones next time.

Really bright yellow flowers. He blinked at Nettle, the idea going right over his head-- and then his ears went back and he ducked his head and shook it, hard. "Ew, no! That's gross!" In fact, the idea was just so weird that he bounced in place once or twice.

"...Well, I mean. Twilight might be. She was running around with Lower Down and Manslaughter was being really really stalk-y and creepy and --" He bounced in place again and sat down, realizing that Nettle might call that babbling, too. "--No. Not pregnant. Don't know anyone who's pregnant either. Do you?"

Peeper believed him. It didn't even take the pose; from the way his tail waved around like it had a mind of his own and the occasional twitch that ran through the bunched muscles of his hind legs, Peeper didn't hold still much or often or for anyone, really. He watched Nettle with wide eyes, and when the question finally seemed to require an answer he jumped right in.

"Well, I was wandering around and I saw this buck named Lower Down scare this doe named Twilight, and then there was this thing with Manslaughter and Manslaughter was all stalky stalky--" And of course, once he started to talk, he had to move, too, so stalky stalky is accompanied by the bright pink buck crouching down in a stalking position and narrowing his eyes fiercely-- which doesn't have much effect. "--and then he knocked her over and was like, all over her and it was really weird and then he ran away and then I was just wandering around and I ended up here and I thought your clearing could use some color because you weren't here but you're here now and you make it bright enough that it really doesn't need flowers--"

"Well," he said, and it seemed very reasonable to him, "I didn't know you were here. But now that I do, I'm definitely here to see you." He sat again, rear hitting the stone with a thumpf! and a flick of his tail.

Peeper blinked at Nettle. "Who wouldn't want to come see you?"