[ With Mallory back and Eiji in the clear— time to carry on with the daily business! Luckily, Ethan's found a hobby right where he works; who knew farm animals were so relaxing, even while your hands got dirty and your muscles labored. He has to admit, it's much better than the clattering and beeping of construction sights and heavy machinery— horses were great.
If he could, he'd bring Switch (a feisty little filly) back to the rooms with him. This evening, like every evening, he only returns with a napsack of his belongings, laundry needing a good wash and body ready to check out for the day with a shower— he also comes with something fresh! A few fruits from the first April harvests wrapped carefully in homemade containers: strawberries and miniatures papayas.
Coming back to the rooms is no longer dreaded, and what's new is the content smile playing his lips. There're no traps to dodge (and/or die from), there's hardly even that awkward, heavy air that came with avoiding Mallory, or upsetting Luna. Because now there's Peony, and Peony's an angel. In fact— the fruits are brought with the bubbly roommate in mind. He got enough for everyone at least, and if it's ever needed he can always snag more, but . . . Peony tho.
Here he comes, sliding the door open to their room with a honey sweet smile and closing it behind him. ]
Hey— [ A small wave, his attention everywhere else but a resting Mister Mal, searching their quarters for something much more interesting to give proper hellos to. ] Is Miss Peony around?
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If he could, he'd bring Switch (a feisty little filly) back to the rooms with him. This evening, like every evening, he only returns with a napsack of his belongings, laundry needing a good wash and body ready to check out for the day with a shower— he also comes with something fresh! A few fruits from the first April harvests wrapped carefully in homemade containers: strawberries and miniatures papayas.
Coming back to the rooms is no longer dreaded, and what's new is the content smile playing his lips. There're no traps to dodge (and/or die from), there's hardly even that awkward, heavy air that came with avoiding Mallory, or upsetting Luna. Because now there's Peony, and Peony's an angel. In fact— the fruits are brought with the bubbly roommate in mind. He got enough for everyone at least, and if it's ever needed he can always snag more, but . . . Peony tho.
Here he comes, sliding the door open to their room with a honey sweet smile and closing it behind him. ]
Hey— [ A small wave, his attention everywhere else but a resting Mister Mal, searching their quarters for something much more interesting to give proper hellos to. ] Is Miss Peony around?