She closed her eyes.
"S-O-M-E-T-I-M-E-S I C-A-N M-A-K-E G-A-R-D-E-N-S, B-U-T T-H-A-T O-N-L-Y H-A-P-P-E-N-S W-H-E-N I G-E-T S-C-A-R-E-D."
"O-K-A-Y."
She made a few roses grow in front of her.
"I C-A-N M-A-K-E Y-O-U O-N-E."
"W-H-A-T?"
"D-O-N'-T W-O-R-R-Y, I'-M N-O-T G-O-N-N-A A-S-K."
"T-H-A-T S-O-U-N-D-S N-I-C-E."
(I don't haha)
"V-E-R-Y M-U-C-H." She smiled.
"Y-E-S."
(I didn't know Molly was mute.)
"...D-E-S." She signed, uncomfortable.
(Desiree "Briar Rose" Cornwall, pansexual, she/her, and mute)
Villains driven by emotion.
Desiree shrugged.
(That would be me.)
Desiree went back to her room covered in oil.
She did not know that a robot could fight that hard.
"O-K-A-Y, T-H-A-N-K-S!" She smiled.
She shook her head no.
"I W-A-S G-O-N-N-A T-R-A-I-N."