AN: So the idea is of a couple of little stories of the Wammy's kids and their experiences with the mystical/magical/supernatural/something or other.
Warnings for general creepiness and messy writting.
A
A talks to animals. He talks to them, about them, about school, about God and the afterlife.
Animals are older than human, their knowledge is grand.
He smiles and plays with the plants. His hands and forearms are landmines of tiny slashes from spending sunrise to sunset at the bushes, inside them.
Thorns sprout from his hands and the nurse shakes her head while she takes the tweezers to his glossy skin, peeling stripes and chunks of skin to uncover the seeds.
A makes a wet sound, like the earth parting to make ways for the newest roots.