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"Well I came as soon as I heard, Orange!" Yellow greets the smaller, distinctly mouse-shaped plant, before pausing. "But what was it ya' needed my help with, anyhow?"
"I've lost on of my gloves in the rosebush, see?" she points up ahead. Sure enough, there's a bright orange glove nestled among the leaves of one of Blue's flowers. Yellow nods seriously. "Ya' sure have. Just look at it, all the way up there!"
The two stand there staring up at it for a moment longer. Noticing he's not getting the hint, Orange continues.
"Well, do you think you'd be able to help me get it down? It's kinda too high for me to jump."
"Well why didn't ya' just say so?" Yellow grins, adjusting his hat confidently. "I'll get that no-good glove back in a jiffy! Cowboy's honour!"
Judging this particular plant is probably sturdy enough to climb, he hops onto one of the lower leaves. Taking care to avoid Blue's flowers, he begins to make his way towards it. Sure, weaving so precisely between all the roses causes him to get way more scraped up by the thorns, but that's quite alright! He knows the flowers are Blue's prized possessions after all, and he'd soon die than watch any harm come to them.
Eventually he scales his way to the top, finally retrieving Orange's glove as he does so. She claps her little paws together in a appreciation as he returns to the ground. He's no less careful on the way down, and is just steps away from reuniting Orange with her weapon of choice when he hears the quiet snap of a stem behind him. He turns quickly to see one of the smaller flowers, almost entirely obscured behind layers of foliage, fall from the plant.
He steps back in dismay, immediately losing his footing on the leaf and tumbling downwards. Orange doesn't seem to pay much mind, and grabs her glove from his grasp before scurrying away.
Yellow just lays there against the floor for a moment, dazed. The fallen flower is just a few steps in front of him. He has killed it. One of Blue's flowers! His utter disregard for his surroundings has harmed one of the things he knows his partner cares most about.
He approaches the small bloom timidly, as one would a wild animal. Even he knows there is nothing he can do to save it. He just stares down at it for minutes on end, before gently picking it up, holding it in his hands. He has really, truly screwed up. Worse, he's a CRIMINELL. And he's going to face Justice. He should probably just decide his own punishment now. Sure, he could try to blow himself up again, but he doesn't want to cause any damage! Other than to himself of course. Besides, that'd be over far too quickly. No, he needs something that'll make him really think about what he's done. And there's only one answer to that.
Making sure he steers clear of any other flower, especially Blue, he makes his way to the jail cell. He carries the wilting flower with him as he goes. Part of him felt guilty just leaving it there, but mostly he wants to look at it as a reminder. A reminder of what an awful, heinous crime he has done.
He places it down gently at the corner of the cell, before he starts to dig. Maybe he should just bury himself alive! It's probably better than him damaging anything else! It's Justice!He manages to get pretty deep into the ground too, before somebody approaches.
"Yellow?" he hears a familiar voice, promptly accompanied by Blue's perfect face peering down into the hole. Down at him. Yellow shrinks away from his sympathetic gaze.
"Oh, Yellow dear," Blue reaches down his hand, "I thought we agreed you needn't do this to yourself anymore."
"I'm jus' fine down here," he mumbles back. " 's what I deserve anyhow."
Blue sighs, reaching out his other hand so he can take both of Yellow's. Gently, he pulls him up and out onto the surface again.
"Yellow, what happened?" Blue comes to sit beside him, still holding his hands gently. "You've been scratched up all over! Did somebody hurt you?"
"No, no, nobody!" he replies, before noticing Blue's concern and quickly elaborating. "I mean! Nothin' like that, Blue. I jus' fell, is all."
"Alright," Blue nods, deciding not to push it any further. "Do tell me, Yellow dear. Why have you put yourself in jail again?"
Yellow slumped backwards against the cell wall, folding his knees up to his chin.
"It's too terrible to even mention, Blue. You sure'd hate me to even hear it."
"Of course I wouldn't," Blue reassured him, placing an affectionate hand on his shoulder. "But I will not be able to help you, unless you tell me what it is."
Yellow looks down, fidgeting with his hat, which is now balanced on his knees. "I've gone done the worst thing a Cowboy could do," he mumbles. "I went and hurt one of your flowers, Blue."
"What do you mean?" he asks.
"It was nothing I meant to do, I swear!" Yellow replies quickly, his words becoming more frantic as he tries to explain. "I'd promised to help li'l Orange out, you see, help her get her glove back from one of the taller rose plants. And I tried my darnedest to be so careful too, avoiding all your beautiful flowers an' the like. I was only trying to help her, really, I was! I know 's no excuse. For what I did."
Blue looked back at him, confused. Yellow showed him the small flower.
"It fell when I was makin' my way back down. Must've brushed against the poor fella, without ev'n noticing, I was so distracted about getting back to Orange. 'm so sorry, Blue," Yellow could feel tears forming in his eyes just think about it. "I know how much they mean to you."
There was silence between them for a second, as Yellow braced himself for a reaction. Surely, a crime such a this deserved such a punishment. Instead, Blue pulled him into a hug.
"Oh, Yellow," he sighed. "You didn't really think I would be so angry over such a trivial matter?"
"I... dunno," Yellow admitted, surprised. "I guess not. But it was just so darn stupid of me! If I'da just been more careful-"
Blue just held on to him even tighter, cupping Yellow's face in his hand.
"You didn't mean to do it?"
"Of-of course not! Ya' know I would never."
"I do know, Yellow," Blue smiled, a pressed a small kiss to the tip of his nose. "And I know you were only trying to help a friend. So please, dear. Do not hurt yourself over it any longer."
Yellow's face turned uncharacteristically pink for a moment, before his eyes filled with tears again. He slumped against Blue's shoulder. He patted Yellow's head.
"You know, you can always ask me for help, Yellow" Blue reminded him, quietly.
"I know. Guess I could'a remembered you can jus' fly up to the top of your roses, huh?" he chuckled, softly, although his voice was still shaky.
"Exactly," he smiled. "But not just that. Anything, Yellow. You know I'm always here for you."
"Well, shucks, Blue," Yellow grinned back. He always felt so warm, hearing stuff like that. Blue squeezed his hand.
"Come on then, Yellow dear. The day is still young, and I'm sure we will have time to plant some flowers together, if it'd cheer you up."