Sesserath lumbered across the hardwood floor of the student dorms, the only marking of his passage was the occasional thump of the hard ceramic plant pot which held his roots. At last, he had tracked the girl he was looking for to her dorm. Now it was time to play the waiting game. After all, what girl didn't enjoy getting flowers on their doorstep?

He hoisted the little card saying "Somebody likes you!" onto the base of his pot, before settling his roots down, standing at his 4'11" minimum size, he closes his eyes and mouth over, so as not to disturb the otherwise smooth surface of his stalk, his larege, pink flowerhead with white dots gently shaking some pollen off, before he extends a bunched set of tendrils to rap smartly upon the door, before withdrawing them into his soil, and waiting.

Slowly, ponderously, Sesserath opened his gleaming red eyes a crack, enough to view the apparition in front of him. He always enjoyed the ones who dressed up like catgirls. He began to advance creepers over the bottom of his plant pot, towards Maya, silently slithering across the floor.

Passing a long, pink tongue over his lipless mouth, Sesserath began to let the tendrils brush slowly around this tasty young girl's feet, slowly moving up her thighs, delighted at the smooth, supple feel of her skin.