logic.
bive... bee + hive.
I present to you:
spive
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In the night of being around midnight. The paranoid theorist looked at some flowers that Split brought for her. A bit dried out, but she doesn't know how to take care of flowers. She worried that if she let them died out, it would upset Split somehow.
Er, nobody she knows is even a florist. She dangling her life as reading her books about plants. Neatly she places the flower onto a shiny pot, filled with fresh soil on it. She smiled to herself. Wanting a bit more understanding of a plant life.
Even wondering if Split knows how to take care of plants anyway. A banana tree is what she would probably grow. Bive can picture it in her head.
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yeah im not gonna bother finishing it
