Oh, sorry! Mister Millions Knives. Millions Knives.
[ She repeats it, muttered beneath a breath as if to memorize. (She is attempting to.) And then Juniper's gaze flicks back up to him.
He sure is shaped like a grown-ass man and not at all like a tree! ]
You are most definitely not a tree! Coincidentally, I'm named after a tree, but don't look like one either! Though... Now I'm a little unclear about what a plant person is. You don't look like a dryad, either...
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[ She repeats it, muttered beneath a breath as if to memorize. (She is attempting to.) And then Juniper's gaze flicks back up to him.
He sure is shaped like a grown-ass man and not at all like a tree! ]
You are most definitely not a tree! Coincidentally, I'm named after a tree, but don't look like one either! Though... Now I'm a little unclear about what a plant person is. You don't look like a dryad, either...