Friendship, Love, and Sugar Village
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Disclaimer: I don't own them, and I can't help but feel that they would probably look at me funny. :)
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Summary: A collection of tinytiny stories, each featuring a different pairing possibility (or impossibility) from Save the Homeland. Mostly conceived while communing with my Playstation 2 too long and too late. Will contain slash, femmeslash, and het.
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Parsley likes to think that he's always been a pretty nice guy. After all, it's hard to step on a lot of toes, being a Plant Hunter.
And he's friendly, too.
So when he came to Sugar Village, it wasn't surprising that he started making friends right away. Lyla, who ran the flower shop, Wallace and Katie at the Moonlight Café, the new farmer Jack, the carpenter Woody, oh, Parsley could talk with just about anyone who had any knowledge or interest in plants.
Lyla was very interested. In plants, and in Parsley. He could tell, sure; he preferred plants to women, but he wasn't stupid.
He could also tell that Louis, the shy, unkempt genius at the tool shop, liked Lyla a lot. Far more than Parsley ever could.
It was also around the time that he met Louis that Parsley began to have an interest in tools and rocks and messy black hair and thick, round glasses.
It didn't really matter while their attention was focused on the Blue Mist that Jack meticulously cared for all summer in the hopes that it might bring the Azure Swallowtail butterfly that might be the key in saving the town; they all spent time together then, him and Jack and Louis and Lyla.
But now that the flower has bloomed, and he has no more official interest in the project, Parsley wonders what he should do.
He knows that Lyla has one idea; he also knows that Louis is gritting his teeth and waiting for it to happen, while Jack watches the whole thing in head-tilting confusion.
So, Parsley does what any nice guy would do: he decides to take a long, long journey.
Long enough for Lyla to think of him and remember a friend.
Long enough for her to look at Louis and see something more.
And Parsley, chatting with his seatmate on the train to somewhere far away, thinks more about messy dark hair and thick round glasses and a lilting tune played on the flute than about the plants he'll find, and wonders if there are maybe drawbacks to being the nice guy.
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