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.

This kind of situation hardly ever ended “fine” but he’d take a deep breath, relax. Leave this in Foxglove’s capable hands and hope for the best. Take another deep breath, just in case.

“Thank y-you, Foxglove. You’ve b-been nothing but nice to me since I got here, and I… I don’t underst-tand why. I’m just a grunt.” He shifted his face towards the ground, staring at his own shoes. They weren’t the same ratty old sneakers he’d come in with; Foxglove had provided newer ones (with no holes!)

“I want to help you,” Techie says, determined. “Do s-something big!”