He was busy attending to all of his plants when he felt a soft pat on his side.
"Grass-chan, I'm bored!"
It was a nickname he heard only from the pinkette herself. It was her first opinion of him and often ignored the man saying plants won't talk.
"My name is Zetsu"
"Jet swoooooo!"
"It's Zet-su.Go and entertain yourself by picking up some flowers"
"Okay! Then I'll give them to you"
"No"he picked her up and plomped her down somewhere along the bushes where lots of flowers were burried deep down onto the ground.
"But why?"
"I don't like flowers"
" If Jet-nii doesn't like flowers then why did you plant them here?"
"I like them"
"Huh?"
In the end, she didn't listen.
She shuffed a brown basket in his hands filled with proffesionally arranged bundle of flowers combined together with their aroma,meaning and color.
"Thank you...kid"
