𝘊𝘰𝘭𝘵 𝘉𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯

So darn quiet around here...

Celebratin' another one of these Sunday traditions.

#SeductiveSunday

"Well, they may come around sometime soon. They are unpredictable and seem to come and go almost as if it's at the whim of some higher power."

He chuckled.

"But who knows, I'm no slave to fate and I simply take what comes my way. So if they do ever swing by I'll do my best to let you know."

"Well, I can't say we have spoken long enough to make any major opinions. They have tend to wandered off as soon as they got here. Such is the way it goes, unfortunately."

"Quite a few times actually. It was new to me about a year ago but I have adjusted well I'd like to think."

"You aren't the first I've seen that had those kinds of features."

He'd shrug.

"I doubt you'll be the last. Besides, it isn't like it changes much."

"Go on. Ask whatever you'd like."

"A saint? No. But maybe a bit empathetic."

He was glad that she seemed comfortable for the most part.

It was unusual dealing with a new guest in the house. But he was trying to adapt. It was better than silence but he did still feel quite awkward about it.

He would give a small nod and show her where she could find each of the ingredients that she may need.

For now he just wanted to let her get comfortable in the kitchen before they moved forward.

"You can go ahead and start. I'll do some prep for my own in the background."

He was shocked at how drastically her mood shifted at the thought of making food.

"Well with praise that high I can't help but want to have you make some."

"Well are there any certain meals you tend to lean towards when it comes to celebrating somethin'?"

"For a time. But we all grow up differently."

He gave a weak smile as if he was trying to scrounge up positive in a mostly negative memory.

"Oh yeah, my family used to make really big meals so they needed the room to get everything ready. The table used to be overflowing with people after all."

If he fired people for every simple mistake no one would last more than a week in this line of work.

"Hmm-..!?"

"I was just restin' my eyes. I won't sleepin I swear."

Well, she will learn eventually he's sure. Needs to watch her step around new places after all.

She really oughta be more careful.

And how exactly did her clothes disappear in the process....?

"Alright! Well, let's get into it shall we?"

Once they were inside they immediately began to head to the kitchen.

"Well, I suppose I would be foolish to say no. Though I will urge to leave that for another time after our little celebration."

"I certainly wouldn't be opposed. Though I feel like that's a lot to offer without knowing me well."

If she were to speak of one guilty pleasure of hers. It would be dancing beneath the moonlight. There's a certain magic to be found in the quiet night.

Happy #𝒮𝐚𝐭𝐲𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲
🎨: haam

“As it stands I am the only one left.”

"Well our family has owned the land for quite some time. Almost all of us worked the land for generations but there was a pretty nasty split during my lifetime. Most left to do other things and things had to cut back quite a bit."

"Yes, though it was up and down as my relationship with my family was rocky to say the least."

"Well, I take care of them. Some I train and sell, others I get produce from."

He chuckled at her surprise.

"This farm is small in comparison to many. I've cut back a lot from what it was like a few generations back."

“Somewhere around 60 if I had to guess.

"You'd be surprise. Horses take a lot of care and so do any animals that provide produce."

He shrugged.

"It ain't like I am running some factory. These animals require care."

"Keeping this place running takes up the vast majority of my time. So it's pretty easy to just laze for the last few hours of my day whenever I'm done."

He shrugged.

"By the time I get to the city I'd only have a short while before needing to head back."