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"I dunno, is it gonna get darker as it gets older or somethin?" Roch asked, looking at the sapling curiously. He wanted the best lookin' tree he could find, he decided as he brought down his shovel. "And where do we dig at t'make sure it lives till we get it replanted?" he asked.

Then he stopped. "Why're you so willin' t'help, anyway?" he asked the dog curiously. "This is grunt work. An' sure it means a lot t'me, but it shouldn't mean jack to you."

"Good point," Roch said, starting to dig where he'd been pointed to. "So... y'know... I don't think we've ever really talked," he admitted, looking at the dog boil curiously.

"I'm Roch, Roch Scythe. Hob," he introduced himself. He wasn't worried about the boil being a hunter, though. It was obvious by his FEAR that he was a second year. Sometimes having sense soul came in handy.

"I did?" he asked, thinking back. And back... and back... "Oh, right, that wasn't tryin' t'kill you," he said, still digging as if this was a typical conversation. "That was j'st a warning. She might be annoying, but she's still my best friend, y'know."

And that was his explanation. But seriously, all he'd done was summon his guitar. That wasn't nearly as bad as what he'd done to several... SEVERAL other guys for other things. He didn't even really see it as a threat, honestly.

"I figured," Roch said. "But sometimes it ain't a matter of who's right, but who's closest." He was moving around the tree, digging as deep as he thought he should. "Nobody got hurt. But y'might need t'try talkin' instead of growlin', she's sort of... dense when it comes t'dogs, far as I can tell." Or anyone else, really. He loved her like a sister, but even he silently admitted Danny lacked common sense, above all else.

"See, that just means you an' I understand each other, Danny might still be another matter," Roch said, grunting. "How do I pull it out without hurtin' it?" he asked curiously. "Do I just tug? Do I gotta dig underneath?"

Roch did as he was told, grunting as he shoved the tree out of the hole. "Got it," he said. "Do we need to put it in a bag or something?" he asked as he looked at the roots with a strange expression. He really wasn't used to plants it seemed. "And... I got no clue where we should plant it," he admitted.

"How... about near the library?" Roch finally decided. "There's a ratty area in the back that they shouldn't yell too much over the tree," he said, wondering if he could balance it on the shovel--nope, it was already starting to fall over. He shot his hand out, grabbing it by the trunk and picking it up. He put the shovel down--he'd have to come back for it later, he figured.

And the library was fitting, he figured. He just needed to talk to someone to make sure they didn't dig it back up, later, thinking it was junk, or something. Moira seemed a good candidate.