Re: Rooftop floor/R1: 3:00 a.m.
He was not surprised that she was afraid of him. Quite the opposite. He was not pleased at this reaction, though, and slowly sank back down onto his paws as the strong scent of her fear overtook the rest. This was not the way it was supposed to go. Except it wasn't... but it wasn't. He hadn't meant to sneak. For some reason he didn't feel compelled to say that out loud. Instead he turned away a little at a time, sideways first, then circling back to the spot where he'd been before.
"No flowers. Plants. Some dead things. They're all dead. You smell like flowers. Why don't you make them?"