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[Tugs at the scarf around his neck]

Heavens, it has been so hot lately. I can’t imagine how my beautiful flowers feel in this heat.

[Runs a hand through his hair] I’ll just have to treat them with an extra watering this evening, even if it kills me I suppose.

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Dropoff [Giorgio/Johnny]

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[His eyes widen as he glances back toward the tree that Giorgio’s property is built into. Now that it’s put that way to him, he’s better able to imagine what it might have been like even a few years ago, if not even longer.]

Wow– that’s incredible, Giorgio! You got a pretty wicked deal. Here I was thinking how cool it looks, but it’s even cooler than you got such a historical building! [He pushes himself to his feet, stroking the side of his face in awe.] You really lucked out, huh?

[Turns a grin on the farmer.] It really pretties up nice, too, huh? The flower fields and everything make it look like a fairy-tale kind of house once everything’s said and done. Man– if my farm looks half as good as this by the time I’m done with it I’ll be happy.

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[Runs a hand through his hair] yes, i suppose you could say I was quite lucky to be able to get my hands on such an exquisite property. And after some appropriate and very necessary TLC, I was able to make it into the fine specimen that stands before you today. 

[Tuts] Anything is achievable, doll, if you put in the effort. You may be surrounded by the beauty of my farm, but keep in mind these things do not happen over night. Beauty needs time and love and hard work to blossom. if you can give all three to your own farm, you’ll be well on your way having your own spectacular home. 

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What's your favorite kind of flower?

Well, i’d have to say first that I absolutely admire every kind of flower that this beautiful world has to offer, though if I had to pick one kind, roses for sure. 

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Dropoff [Giorgio/Johnny]

Nyhh– 

[He nearly slips as he jumps in surprise - sending several rocks cascading down the cliff face. He whips around and blinks up at Giorgio - before breaking out into a nervous grin.] 

Oh– hi, Giorgio! Good morning! I, uh.. let me just..

[He flops to his side and scrambles back away from the cliff edge, the safest way he can manage to put distance between himself and the drop he almost accidentally took.]

… Okay, there. [Still seated on the ground, he resumes grinning up at the other farmer.] How’d you get your house built on such a cool location, anyway?

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[His brows raise as he watchers the other farmer, but nonetheless returning one of his own smiles towards him]

And good morning to you as well, Johnny. A very lovely one I might add.

[Gaze flickers from the farmer, to his house, shifting his weight and crossing his arms] Well, as I understand it, this had originally been the very tree the town had been named after. I suppose the tree grew after whatever basin or pond this had been dried up. But apparently this had been the location of the original guild and first farm of the area, way before the time of anyone in town. Rather than building by the tree, they built into it instead. But as time went on and the town began to grow, I suppose they decided it was beneficial to move. I was surprised to find it wasn’t some historical landmark...[Shrugs his shoulders] 

Nevertheless, I commissioned Gunther to make some changes and additions, and after a few coats of paint, voila! Quite a beautiful specimen, if you ask me.

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putting-on-the-fritz said: ((both of them at the same time. it was a bad day for oak tree.))

they tried to get out by climbing the trees growing at the bottom but only sustained more injuries

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[Sitting on the edge of the sheer drop off that surrounds Giorgio's house, dropping pebbles into it and waiting to hear the noise at the bottom.] Man, that's deep.

[Purses his lips, coming up behind him] I wouldn’t sit so close to the edge, doll; I’d hate to tell you what happened to the last person that fell down there.

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So everyone is just dying to know, are you wearing Armani?

Currently, no. It wouldn't be appropriate to wear such a thing while farming; their outfits just aren’t practical for the daily farmer’s life. 

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have you ever accidentally blinded someone with your stunningly perfect looks?

Well, if I have, it certainly would have been accidental seeing as how I can’t help how beautiful I am. Though I do hope no one has been blinded; how terrible that would be. 

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Giorgio is the only character worth wooing in this game

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Prank Day Best Day

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I call this–

[He’s interrupted briefly by the second round of shouting from the farmer and the rancher, which is occuring in the house the bench he’s sitting on is facing - the front door to Agate’s house slamming shut for the second time. The distant sound of yelling drifts toward them through the walls of Agate’s house, and the cardboard tiger sways before falling over onto Agate’s front yard with a light “tuff”.]

… –Ode To Prank Day. Subtitled: I Had Far Too Much Time On My Hands, Apparently.

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[He lets out an amused chuckle, crossing one leg over the other as he sits back.] Heavens, I think I am actually quite thankful I returned when I did. [He pulls a rose from inside his jacket, miraculously neither bruised, tattered nor squished, and begins to clip the thorns from the stem.] Well, I suppose having too much time can lead to such things...have you pranked the whole town? or just a few, lucky individuals?

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Prank Day Best Day

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[He sits up suddenly to realize someone is behind the bench - before breaking out into an enormous grin.] Ah! Mr. Giorgio! … If only you’d gotten home one day sooner. [Sighs.] Ah well, there’s always next year.

Here, come– [He pats the bench beside him.] I’m watching the most spectacular show just across the way here. Please, sit– call it a welcome back present, if you like. ♪

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[Tuts] An absolute shame. [Smiles, rounding the bench and taking a seat] Well, that’s quite the present then, I do enjoy shows. Praytell, what do you call this one? 

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Prank Day Best Day

[Sitting on a bench in the square just by his house, resting as he relaxes from a full night of casually going for a very long walk and nothing else at all thank you very much. His relaxation is occasionally punctuated by shouts in the distance from various townspeople.]

[Sighs happily.] ♪

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Mm, you certainly seem like you’re enjoying yourself. [Leans against the back of bench, fixing his hair.] Though I do hope you somewhat missed me while I was gone.

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I'm Kind of a Big Deal || Mistel/George

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[Returns from the back of the shop, carrying a stack of books - and blinks as he finds George sitting on his counter. Blinks again at the words that come out of his mouth in leiu of a greeting. And grins.] Hello to you too, Mr. George.

[He sets the stack of books down next to the man, taking a seat at his post and beginning to look for a box.] I think I’m alright, thank you. I can’t imagine what all that fame would do to my poor ego. I’m quite sure I couldn’t handle it. [And he grins at his own words, shaking his head.] I don’t know how you do it, Mr. George. It really is a wonder.

[Dips his brush inside the bottle of polish and tuts] I'm quite sure I could keep you in check, dear. It certainly isn't hard. I know it may seem like a wonder, with all the success and fame that surrounds me, but it really is easy to keep one's ego from inflating and suffocating those around them. 

[Paints a coat on his index fingernail] I could be a mentor of sorts; you could become my successor when I finally retire from the business. 

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mininori said: ….. It was a pun.

[Tuts] Well, it was quite pungent and repulsive. 

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Hey, George! You wanna hear something? The plums for sale dried out from last year, so the profits were pruned.

[Stares at her, a thorned rose in one hand, clippers in another]

[Continues to stare at her]

[Blinks]

Perhaps, my dear, that is a sign that you’re not as attentive of a farmer as you should be.

[Begins clipping the thorns of the rose off]

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