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It was early in the morning when the farmer had finished with their seeds. It had been a bit of a challenge to get the bushes, rocks, and fallen branches all out of the way to clear a spot to plan, but the farmer was rather excited. Packing his hoe and setting out for the little town known as Pelican Town. A small place where his grandpa used to live before his passing, and with his sister busy overseas, the farmer was left as the sole inheritor of the land. It paid off well, he'd say, having worked a joja job for so long, it left them rather crawny and more like how they looked back in college than anything else. But that wasn't the point now; the point was that the farmer found the lands gorgeous, utterly breathtaking. Etering the town and wandering down the old stone paths that were do for a cleaning from the looks of it, they'd wander down the path side and past a worn fence. Rounding the corner past a blue house towards where they assume is a forest, only to collide with someone taller than them, knocking them back but not to thegroundd luckily. Just a mild bump on the head that left a sore spot to later form and bother them.
“Ow- watch it!” a rough voice called, heavy with the weight of a harder life that was different from what the farmer lived. Looking up his eyes would land on a slightly taller man, he had dark black hair that shone with purple undertones, pale skin with dark circles under the eyes, nd a rather annoyed face that practically spoke “fuck off” but not allowed. He wore a tattered joja jacket with a green sports shirt underneath.
“Oh, I'm sorry I wasn't-” the farmer had begun to speak, their voice coming out pathetic. Why should they be apologizing when he should have avoided them first?
“Why are you even talking to me? I don't know you: he'd speak as if the farmer was a bother to him, shoving past the smaller male and heading back on his way. Possibly to work. The farmer had seen a joja building across the river bridge, and it was like a dark cloud or dirt stain on the town's pretty face, which left the farmer with a few knots in his stomach.
The man he had been speaking to had been wed like it was a march towards death, and anything to do with that shade of blue is a death march. The farmer was curious about this man; he seemed rather grumpy and like everything was personally a bother to him. Maybe the farmer should buy him something to ease up his hard ass attitude.
The farmer would later return to where they had seen the blue jacket man, in his hands was a cold can of some cheap beer that the farmer had brought from the pub.
“Hey there! I got you this, they'd say as they hand the can over, the man's face brightening up as he takes the can with a smirk. “Oh wow.. How did you know I loved this?” he'd say with a chuckle. I'm Shane by the way, and thanks for the beer”.
The farmer simply smiled at him, pleased to have his name now, “Just call me farmer, I'm new here.”