[ He didn't mention the thick smell of ozone, the sparking yellow creature standing behind the other-brother, the sticky sensation of too-hot blood splattering over him as his brother's body is only held up by the creature's arm through his chest.

It wasn't real, so it didn't matter.

Still, Rommy shifts, pulling one leg up in front of him to cross his arms on top of, prop his chin up on. ]

Sounds like the app screwed up, there. Unless that guy'd been bringing dandelions into the greenhouse, anyway.

[ His brother liked flowers and got top grades in class, he wasn't a murderer. ]