techiehux:

“Hi, F-Foxglove!” Techie looked up from the greenhouse’s rows of crops, stopping to wipe at his nose and managing to get dirt on his face. Months of working amongst nature with his new gang had given his cheeks a rosy glow, and he’d even managed to put on enough weight to form a little pouch over his tummy, no longer skin and bones.
“I’m d-doing a lot better. I owe you my l-life,” he smiled.

A long-held instinct was what made him watch Foxglove with wary eyes as she drew nearer, though he realized what he was doing quickly and tried to relax. MaMa was cruel, ruthless, sadistic. She is nothing like MaMa.

Techie surprised them both by closing the distance and gently resting his head on her shoulder. He felt safer with Foxglove nearby: a rarity (especially with women; it isn’t right but they scare him.)

“I. I don’t… know? Really, I was expecting th-this. Gangs aren’t usually n-nice, uh, places to be. But yours is different. F-Feels more kind.” He brushes some cascading strands of hair behind his ear and then asks, “What’ll you d-do with them?”