A garden so fictitious and in your sight that you cannot breathe low-quality, so-called normal air. This is the garden a dinosauric gardener and a watery Apa vampire managed to snap into the fibers of the earth.
One split soul has been infused within existence to show what happens when that soul is reunited...
Sharp strokes of violins, plucky synths, low mellow drums reminiscing of lofi... here and there brass... a minor scale... a nice mid-tempo... synthesized bass... choir-driven vocals... and mixed and mastered to perfection hundreds of thousands of times... that's the sound you could hear each time you tried touching flowers.
I think it was mentioned before, but the flower itself was wilted before Dino poured his watery-hearted water on Apa. It is the cool-down period where Apa knows her gardener will garden her.
"Apa... do you like food?"
"Yes, my love, of course I do."
"We should plant some crops."
"I agree, my bebe. What do you have in mind?"
"Perhaps some carrots."
"Oh, I know why my cute hubby wants carrots."
"Why, my wifey?"
"So we can try making carrot cake."
"Not exactly, but sure, bebe. But I also love your carrot."
"Mr. Dino, bebe boy, cutie hubby bubby puppy perv... I love it."
"I know you do, Apa. I know you do."
HELLO DEAR READER... we are so freaky, aren't we, Mr. Dino? My Mr. Shall?
The couple started to plant carrot seeds in the soft and aromatic, romantic soil they both created. Rows and rows of carrots were planted. Like a swift thrash metal riff, they got rid of the seeds quick.
"Finally done, Apa, my wifeyyyyyyy!"
"Yay, baby, we did it!"
"We need to water it now!"
"That's gonna be a big pain in the ass, though."
"You know what else will be a pain in your ass? My carrot."
"Always so hot and sexy, huh?" she smirked, knowing damn well she was perverted for her hubby.
Upon their disbelief, the very next day the carrots were ready for harvest. They were extremely shocked because the rows of carrots were of different colors. They planted around 23 seeds, and it was the month of October when it did so.
"So, carrot here and carrot there, what do we do with all of these colors?"
"Well, lovely boy, we make carrot cake."
They ended up creating lots of flavors of cake. Turns out all of the colors tasted different.
The classical, normal carrot tasted sweet and bland.
The blue one tasted like water-flavored gelato.
The green one tasted as if a dinosaur growled.
The red one tasted like pure love.
The orange one tasted like an orange hour.
"Nom nom nom, so baby boy, what's your fave flavor?" She said, munching on the cake like a rabbit. Maybe she was indeed a rabbit for that small amount of sweet time.
"Well, for me it would be water gelato. It's crisp and refreshing. What about you?"
"I can't choose, my dear love, they are all so tasty... actually, on second thought..."
"Yes, baby?"
"Don't mind me, love..."
"Apa, what are you doing?"
Apa grabbed some cake, took off Mr. Dino's pants, and put his penis between the cake.
"Mwah mwah mwah nom nom nom, this is my fave carrot cake."
"So perverted and cute you are. Let me help you with some glaze."
So, Mr. Dino reading, I'm pretty sure you know what happened next, don't you? Lots of fucking like rabbits.
After a night of hardcore rabbit fucking, the couple awakens in the garden.
Butterflies peeking here and there, scents of vanilla, refreshed, rested eyes, unbitten nails, and hums of love... that was the morning.
The couple decided to make breakfast. So Miss Apa tried cooking for her hubby. She wasn't the best, but she tried with absolute confidence.
The meal she made with the carrots ended up tasting amazing. Mr. Dino really loved it, but what he loved more was her, every day trying her best, being his flowering, allowing herself to be watered by him... he knew he did it.
"Breakfast and last night was so good, my love."
"It sure was, cutie."
"Wanna go for round 2, Mr. Dino? I really wanna see you dominate me with your 'grrrss,' if you know what I mean."
"Aw, babe."
Why are they called flower and gardener when they are a dinosaur and a watery vampire? Why are they called a Dino and a vampire if they are husband and wife? Why are they called a husband and wife if they are one soul?
Well, there are some things I cannot answer, but even with almost closed eyes, I'll make sure both Apa and her Mr. Dino indeed have a good life. For now, let's just let them fuck again. They might be the new Adam and Eve, and look at the way they are fucking up the garden.
Get it? Get it?
Well, okay...