Hello My Favorite Farmer || Johnny & Giorgio
[He is sitting on a bench in town, a basket of black roses by his side. In one hand he delicately holds one, in the other a pair of pruning shears. He is people watching (one of his favorite pastimes, of course) as he carefully removes each thorn from the stems of the flowers. He glances up from the rose, just in time to see his favorite farmer walking by.]
Well, well- Good Afternoon, Johnny. [He clips a thorn, catching it in his palm. He sets it aside within a small, burlap satchel sitting in the basket of roses.]
Tell me, how are you fairing on this lovely, autumn day?
@fawkesontherun







