Cute as Fuck Farmer. aka. ginger Boy

Bootiful art by Kash-phia Member of Moonlight Harvest

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Invitation || Dirk & Fritz

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Dirk was practically vibrating with excitement, Fritz his best friend was coming to visit. He hadn’t interacted with the ginger in person for a few months now. Pacing around the room, switching on and off the tv, sitting in all the seats of the bottom floor or the house, Dirk was a mess. He didn’t even know if Fritz was coming today! But he had a feeling. 

When there was a knock on the door, Dirk ran towards it before his brother could even think about getting it. Pulling it open, Dirk grinned as he saw his friend, and grinned even bigger when he was tackled and pushed onto the floor. Dirk wrapped his arm around Fritz’s neck and rubbed the boy’s hair furiously before hugging him tightly. 

“You came!!!”

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Fritz couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up at the familiar aggressive hair ruffle he was being given, and bat gently at Dirk's hands. He hugged his best friend close and the two of them were almost rolling on the floor at this point. It wasn't like this was anything new. This happened....like, every time.

"Hey Dirk!" he chimed eventually. "I would have sent a letter back but...you know how slow mail can be; first hand!!" Fritz joked with him and gently shoved his shoulder as he sat up. Pulling Dirk with him, the grin just wouldn't go away. It had been sooooo long since they'd seen eachother last, that he felt like he was overwhelmed with excitement and relief.

"You better appreciate me. I had to make all sorts of food to get Minori to watch my farm. You're buying me root beer to bring back to her."

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Let it Ride || Georgia & Fritz

[♣] —- Georgia stands in the vast fields of Forget-Me-Not Valley, her hands placed firmly on her hips as she appreciatively takes in the field that lay out before her. As much as she loved Bluebell, the huge mountain that it sat on wasn’t exactly the best terrain for horse riding. That was why she often visited the Valley, for its clear air and spacious fields. Honestly, it was probably one of her – and Dakota’s, of course – favorite places in the region.

Today, she was waiting for a friend of hers. A charming, fumbling boy she had met one time at the general store in Oak Tree Town. He was mighty goofy, and a clear trouble magnet, but for all of his faults, Fritz was still a good guy that always did right by other folks. That quality of his was the most important, she thought.

He had agreed to have a horse race with her, and Georgia was practically bouncing in anticipation as she waited for him to arrive. She couldn’t wait to demonstrate how great her and Dakota’s teamwork was, after all!

In that moment, Georgia hears footsteps, and she turns around to see just the guy she was waiting for.

“Hey there, Fritzy!” She greets, a bright grin on her face. “You ready to get whupped?”

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Fritz was by no means the best farmer. His crops weren't super high quality, his animals were happy, and liked him, but they sure didn't produce the BEST products, and while he got all the work done with time to spare to help others, he often forgot to do some important tasks because of how scatterbrained he was. Despite all this, he loved his work, and could only get better.

Managing his money was hard, since he barely made enough to get through the month, but the few times he splurged at the store, he always met some interesting characters. The last trip he took he happened to meet someone who worked with horses. He couldn't afford one himself, since horses cost a lot more than a simple dairy cow or a chicken, so when she began to tell him about her animals, he was intrigued.

Somehow through the course of the conversation, they'd gotten to a competition, and Fritz was invited to a race! He'd accepted, of course. Who didn't like a little friendly competition? He'd never ridden a horse before, but he was always a hands on type of learner, so what better way to learn than to just throw himself into it.

Finding the ranch wasn't TOO difficult, especially considering his lack of any kind of direction, so he was pleased to find it without much complication. As Fritz approached her, he saw her turn around and wave, to which he enthusiastically returned, with a huge grin on his face.

"Hiya Georgia! I'm ready to see you on your knees in defeat, that's for sure!" he jogged the rest of the way over, glad for the heat of the spring sun. It was a pleasant day, and the wind from riding a horse would feel really nice.

....if he didn't fall off, that is.

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Invitation || Dirk & Fritz

Letters were a lot easier to deal with when you didn’t have to wait forver and then find out that they got ruined or never reached their destination. Dirk is a mail courier, he knows that any letter he writes goes right into the mailbox of the addressed, because he does it himself. It does seem a little silly to put his words on a piece of fancy paper when he could just knock on the door, but a courier’s schedule is busier then you’d think, he never has any time for chit chat, so in the mailbox it goes.

On this occasion he placed a letter in a box for his best friend, hoping that when the words were read he’d get to see his bestie a little more face to face. 

Dear Gingerbread,

Guess who is getting a week off~ If you guessed Ivan, you would be super wrong, but if you guessed me…. DING DING DING WINNER WINNER. I saved up my vacation days to enjoy this week of freedom so you better get yo skinny ass over here to see me, while we can actually have some fun! I got a brand new skateboard so you can use the old one to work on that awful balance of yours. ( Also I found where my brother hides the wine)

 He-~

Jeez I thought I had enough time on my break to write this but the boss is already yelling at me to get back to work. Anyway I’m really looking forward to this, be at my place some time next Wednesday? Bring Croquettes.

Love, Dork.

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Fritz loved getting mail for the simple reason that only one person ever consistently sent them. He recognized the parchment used immediately upon opening his mailbox (it was painted to look like a chicken.), and threw his watering can to rest by the well. He’d finished watering anyway.

The excited red head flung the door to his house open and flung himself onto the couch, using his finger to cleanly open the letter. He’d never been the fastest reader, but he figured it came in handy when reading dirk’s letters since he could enjoy them longer!

The smile on his face spread into a full on grin, and he heard an inhuman yell come from his own mouth in excitement. It had been forever since he’d been able to hang out with Dirk face to face. This would be just like high school, except without homework and was already sounding better.

Fritz didn’t bother sitting down to write a reply, knowing it would take too long to get to Dirk anyway. Might as well just show up when he was invited.The only problem was who was going to watch his farm while he was gone, but he knew he could bribe the she witch to watch it if he promised meals. Lucky for him,she had a taste for his cooking.

With that idea out of the way, he vowed to make her something nice to bribe her with, and even though it was days away, he started practicing a good Croquettes recipe for dirk. He wanted their reunion to be a good one after all.

The preparation was taken care of, his house was locked up, and he held a suitcase in one hand, a container of croquettes in the other. The bus ticket was easy to come by, and soon he found himself sitting in the front of the bus , looking out the front window in excitement. As they drew closer and closer to where Dirk lived, his excitement only grew, and he was practically bouncing by the time they pulled up to the bus stop nearest dirk’s house.

Practically flinging himself from the bus, he shouted a thank you to the bus driver over his shoulder. He’d grown up here, and the way to Dirk’s house was engraved into his head from years of coming over after school. Because of this and the fact that he was almost sprinting to get there as fast as possible, Fritz found himself in front of the door in no time. The ginger placed the container of food, and suitcase next to him on the ground and knocked on the door, preparing to tackle his best friend when he opened the door.

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