[After James grabs the dog, Ian throws and lands a perfectly timed toss into the middle of the large blossom. The flowers and vines are practically shaking at this point, as if being affected by an earthquake. It's in pain, but the scent of the treat entices it and in its weakness for some sort of sustenance, the flower above meets with the one below letting out a feral sort of eating noise as it feasts on the cookie. Ian yells when he sees the flower move and eat with such force and he makes for the door.]
We're done here, let's move!
[Soccer training, GO. Ian's a swift runner and he's out the door in a jiffy.]
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We're done here, let's move!
[Soccer training, GO. Ian's a swift runner and he's out the door in a jiffy.]