Makin' my rounds.

Howdy! Name's Wayne and it's a pleasure to meet ya. Drop on by the postal office and I'd be happy to help with your delivery needs!

[plain--wayne]

fritzled:

Wh— [His eyes light up, the idea of a gift immediately swelling him up into the largest grin he’s managed yet.] Really?! Holy smokes, you mean you don’t even know any of us and you’re giving us good stuff?

Dang!

[Swings his arm around him into a tight hug, squeezing him one armed and grinding his balled up hand into the other man’s arm.] Gee whiz, Wayne, you and I are gonna be great friends!♪ [Scrunches his face up at him in his grin, in the next moment distracted by lunging for the box and tearing it open like a hungry raccoon.]

I’ll be happy with anything, honest! I don’t need to make any trades, chances are it’s better’n what I already got!♪

[Wayne chuckles, bashfully scratching the back of his head. Truth be told, he did not know where the farming supplies came from, but he figured the farmers in town would make much better use of it!]

Shucks, it’s no sweat, really. Sprites, if I didn’t give ‘em to you, they’d probably just go to wast—[Before he can finish, Wayne finds himself pulled into a hug. His nose slams into Fritz’s shoulder. Blinking, Wayne attempts to hug the other man back, but the moment is already over.]

Well, gosh. Glad to hear it, my friend. ♪ [Nods at the box while Fritz rips it open.] If I’m rememberin’ correctly, you should find a new hoe, hammer, ‘n watering can in there. And a few bags of potato seeds plus fertilizer. What do ya think? Can this stuff help you out a bit? ♪

[primrosefairy-blog1]

𝓟𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓟𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓼

[plain--wayne]

primrosefairy:

“He loves her, her loves her not. He loves her, he loves her not.”

Lisette sat at one of the tables outside of the flower shop and Brad’s neighboring restaurant. She had gotten to the ending chapters of one of her fairy tales and before she read what happened, she wanted to see what the flowers thought. She loved the scene that she had read so many times in her books - a hopeless romantic picking flower petals to predict their fate.

But before she could finish picking each petal individually, the town’s postman came into her view. The town charmer. She placed the flower down on the scattered petals atop the book. “Hello, Wayne!”

[Wayne adjusted the messenger bag to rest comfortably on his shoulder, wiping his brow. He loved delivering mail even if it proved a challenge in the dry summer heat. As he continued walking, he spotted Westown’s florist sitting at a nearby table. The cowboy raised up his hand to wave and made his way over.]

Well, if it isn’t Miss Lisette herself. G’morning, sweetheart. ♪ Seein’ your beauty sure is energizing! Hm? [Wayne blinks down at the flower and petals scattered about the table. Without hesitation, he picks up the flower and delicately tugs off the last petal remaining. He knew all to well what Lisette was up to.]

He loves her. ♥ [He kisses the petal and reaches for Lisette’s palm, gently placing it beneath her fingers. The cowboy can’t help but purse his lips.] Now tell me, gorgeous—what’s eating you? You seem a little lost in thought picking at this flower. Did someone hurt you? [Frowns, folding his arms across his chest.] A woman like you deserves only the best. 

[dancing-lxghts]

Letters || Wayne & Holly

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holy-holly-hawk:

Huh? What? [Holly flusters again as Wayne drew closer to her and touches her hand. She should have grown used to his behavior, since he’s been that way since she first met him, but he still manages to catch her off guard from time to time.] Are you sure?

[She hurries to go along with him and rushes to his side as he leads the way out of the post office to head to the florist.] I don’t mind paying the price for the box! I can afford it, so I don’t mind it! You really don’t need to do me a favor, but I really appreciate the offer! [Holly tries her best to try and convince him that his offer wasn’t necessary, and that she could handle the fee. After all, she needs to be able to handle these kinds of things on her own!]

[Wayne chuckles, finding Holly’s humbleness to be charming. He waves his around his dismissively.]

Nonsense! Let me treat you to this delivery service, ok? It makes me happy to be able to connect you with your sister like that. Just this one time and you can pay for ‘em in full every time after. ♪

[The cowboy suddenly stops dead in his tracks, hands falling to his hips. He looks up and admires the building. Lisette’s floral shop was a shining jewel in the sea of neutral toned buildings that colored the rest of Westown.]

Well, here we are! So, we’ll need a vase to store the flower in for tonight and some fresh flower food. [His hand quickly finds the door and he holds it open for Holly, smiling.] After you, my lady. ♥

[plain--wayne]

fritzled:

[Shakes for a moment after his feet settle onto the wooden surface, a little frazzled for the experience and how easily that could have gone wrong. If he were a smarter man, Fritz might have learned something. But, emboldened, he turned a beaming face to the blond with fists ready to pump for air.]

Hell YEAH I held that so good! My own and all the owns— [Punches out to the air at his side as if working off the adrenaline before hopping down off of the chair and finally checking himself over.] Seems all good, don’t think I’ll know I broke anything until it hurts, heh!

[Leans to follow the gesture of his thumb, quirking an eyebrow.] Eh? Yeah, I’m a farmer! This’s been my farm for over a year now! Weird, though… I don’t think I ordered nothing— [Scratches his cheek before putting on a (he hopes) convinceable grin.] —but I’ll be happy to take it anyways!♪

[Wayne rests both hands on his hips, chuckling at the other man’s reaction.]

Well, you’re awful cute, aren’t you? That’s right—you didn’t order these. Actually, they’re from me, boss. [He walks over to the box and slides it over to Fritz. The contents inside made it heavy, but he presented the bundle nonetheless.]

See, there was a bunch of farm stuff lyin’ around the post office the day I got back to town. No names, labels... nothin’. Brand new items, too. I figured there’s a number of farmers in town who could use ‘em. [Grins, ushering Fritz to come closer with his hand.] Go on, open it! There’s still even more stuff back at the office that you can come exchange with too, if you’d like.

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Letters || Wayne & Holly

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holy-holly-hawk: 

[Holly leans on the counter on her arms, her focus on the paper that Wayne placed in front of her. She listens carefully to his offered delivery methods and nods her head as he explains.] I see… Hmm… [While on one hand, she’d prefer for the flower to get delivered as soon as possible, she knew that shelling out the money wouldn’t be wise at the moment. She still needed to buy some more seeds to plant now that her first harvest for the season was done.]

It’s okay! You’re working real hard over here all by yourself, so I really appreciate it! [She grins at him and points her finger at the next day column on the paper.] I’ll go ahead with this one, and I’ll see if I can get some flower food from Lisette later. I’m sure she’d be willing to give me some!

Besides, I don’t wanna rush you, since you’re working so hard, and all. Can’t have you runnin’ all the way to my parent’s place just to drop off a flower! [Holly knew her father would likely reprimand her or spending the money on doing so, anyways. Just the thought of her dad lecturing her makes Holly’s brows furrow and a sigh escape her.]

[Patiently, Wayne watches Holly’s reactions to the service information. He nods along with her requests, before he frowns slightly when she suddenly grows silent at the end. It was clear that getting this flower to Lynn was important to her and Wayne wanted nothing more than to honor that.]

Understood, darlin’. And don’t you fret about rushin’ me. [Winks, before inching closer to Holly again and touching her hand reassuringly.] At the end of the day, this is work that still needs to be done, and that’s why I’m here.

Now, tell you what— [Starts walking towards the door, gesturing for Holly to follow.] Let’s go get that vase and flower food from Lisette. On me. ♪ And don’t worry about the cost of the wooden box either—just the delivery fee will do, yeah?

[plain--wayne]

♪highlyregarded: 

Oh— thank you very much. [He may be brewing up a scheme to feed this man, but that doesn’t mean he won’t sincerely be grateful for the compliment to the restaurant’s decor.] No, no, I left it all intact— just the way my grandfather had it. It makes me feel like part of him is still here, you know?

I do, in fact. [Raeger’s stepping behind the counter as he talks— and he talks to keep the other man talking and distracted. Meanwhile, he’s filling a glass with ice cold water.] It’s been just me ever since my grandfather passed— I feel like I owe it to him to keep it running in its best possible shape, you know?

[He’s got the glass filled halfway with water when Wayne asks for the very thing he’s fixing— and yet here, Raeger hesitates slightly. If he brings it over, Wayne will probably down it, leave the mail, and run. Raeger has to be tactical about this. He needs to buy time. He can probably prepare a pretty nutritious meal in only a few minutes if he can get Wayne to wait, but he’ll need something that’ll keep him parked long enough for Raeger to get a plate in front of him.] Absolutely— coming right up—

[Suddenly, it strikes him.] Ah, hey, I hate to ask too much of you, I know you’ve got the rest of your route ahead of you— but would you mind doing me a favor, just really quick before you go? I’ve been trying out this new salad dressing recipe. Made it fresh from scratch this morning, but my shift hasn’t started yet, and I’d love to focus test it with you really quick— to see how it came out?

[As Raeger explains the history of the beautiful restaurant, Wayne relaxes and walks in further. From the decorated walls, beautiful dining arrangements, and craft of the open kitchen, it was clear that everything in here had a story to tell. What was Raeger’s grandfather like? How much of his cooking ability did he pass down to the man before Wayne now? There was something incredible about Raeger telling the story of his grandfather through this establishment.  Wayne inhaled deeply, marveling at what he could only imagine was a fascinating family history.]

Well tell you what, I’m sure you’ve done your granddaddy proud. This place is a beauty. We seem about the same age, and I sure as Goddess couldn’t run a restaurant all by myself, heh. ♪ Good on you! [Wayne abruptly turns around when he notices that Raeger’s voice suddenly seems further away. He’d gotten so lost in thought that he failed to notice the other man wandering to the kitchen. As if instinctively, Wayne loyally approaches Raeger again. He even abandons his messenger back on a dining room chair.]

Favor? Sure. [Smiles, clearing his throat.] I owe ya for savin’ me out there. Ah— not sure how much you should trust my palette, but I’m happy to give that dressin’ a whirl. [With a small chuckle, Wayne stands near another dining seat, but hesitates to sit in it. After it, it felt rude to sit down when the place wasn’t even open for business yet.] So, tell me— how’dja make it and what’s in it? ♪

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Letters || Wayne & Holly

[plain--wayne]

holy-holly-hawk:

Ah! [Holly is surprised by the sudden brush of Wayne’s thumb across the skin of her hand. She is no stranger to physical contact, surely, but there is no denying that she still gets flustered by it. Holly huffs and tries desperately to regain her composure, her cheeks still burning.] Sheesh…

Whenever is fine! For the delivery, I mean. Lynne’ll be excited no matter what, so it’s alright. [She wonders briefly if she should have dried and pressed the flower instead, but worries that it would have ruined the beauty of the flower.] I just don’t want it to wilt too much in the travel, y’know?

Hmm. ♪ [Wayne smiles playfully at her adorable reaction. If it was this easy to make her flush with embarrassment, he was already scheming to do it more.]

Yes, of course. Gotta be careful delivering flowers in this dry heat. So, let’s see now— [He turns around and searches a dusty shelf for a frame of reference. It’s obvious that no one had been maintaining the postal office until he had returned to Oak Tree Town recently. With a quick ‘aha!’, the mailman produces the sheet of paper he was looking for. Cheerfully, he places it on the table in front of Holly.]

So, unfortunately, this is ‘bout all I can offer you. I can deliver today or next day, depending on your preference. Next day’s obviously gonna cost ya less, but that means we’d have to get this flower in a vase of water with flower food to sit in overnight. [He points to the next day column on the paper for Holly to follow along.] Also, service fee includes the lightweight wooden box I’d have to put together in order to make sure your flower makes it safe to your sister. ♪

Or, same day service— [His finger slides up to the same day column.]— would require twice the delivery charge and no wooden box, which makes it a little unsafer to transfer. But it would get to your sister tonight.

[His eyes land into Holly’s and Wayne offers somewhat of an apologetic smile.] Pricey, I know; sorry, sweets. Business has been slow since the community center’s been run down and I’m the only one on deck here at the office. Just let me know what I can do for ya, and I’ll make sure Lynn gets your beautiful flower. ♪

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Letters || Wayne & Holly

[plain--wayne]

holy-holly-hawk: 

Aw, Wayne, you flatterer! [Holly laughs at the pet name, having grown used to Wayne’s flirtatious language over the last year.] Of course I’m up early! I’ve got a farm to run, ya know! [She grabs the flower from the bag she’s got slung over her shoulder and sets it on the counter between herself and Wayne.]

I’m sending a letter back home to Lynn. She told me she wanted to see the first flower I grew this season, so here it is! It’s a plumeria. Isn’t it pretty? [She holds the flower again, admiring how pretty the small white flower looks with it’s small accent of yellow in the center.] I got the seeds for ‘em from Lulukoko. I’m gonna drop some off to Lisette, too!

[He holds the plumeria up, gently twirling it by the stem and nodding his head once.]

Of course it is pretty. Your gorgeous hands were the ones that breathed life into it. [Carefully, he places the flower back in her hand. His other hand bumps into Holly’s, but Wayne thinks nothing of this. In fact, he takes it as an opportunity to gently smooth his thumb over her knuckles.] However, it’s still not as beautiful as yourself. ♪

[Smiles.] So, you’d like this delivered to your sister, yeah? When by? I can place it in a vase of water to keep it healthy, if need be. [While waiting for Holly’s reply, Wayne’s affectionate smile turns into somewhat of a warm gaze. He couldn’t help but be awe-struck by Holly’s features.] What’ll it be? ♥

[plain--wayne]

[On her daily rounds through the towns, Holly hurries to the post office to send a letter to her sister, Lynn, a flower from her most recent harvest ready to be sent along with her words of well wishes.] Hey Wayne! How's your morning going? [She leans on the counter on her elbows, a bright smile on her face despite how early in the day it was.]

[With his back turned to the door, Wayne was busy unpacking boxes in the post office. He hums a random tune, before hearing a recognized voice and spinning around.]

Hmm? ♪ [Eyes soften, smiling at the familiar woman.] Welll, g’morning sweetheart! You’re up bright and early, aren’t you? [After making his way to the counter, Wayne also rests his elbows on it and leans a cheek into his palm, closing the gap between himself and Holly. He admires the farmer’s charm.]

My morning’s even better now that you’re here. Tell me— to what do I owe the pleasure? ♪

[plain--wayne]

highlyregarded:

Ah—

[He shakes Wayne’s hand, confused for a moment how the handshake even initiated, but does so dutifully just the same— his eyes narrowing slightly with mounting concern. So the cowboy was going to put up a fight, was he? Raeger knew this gambit all too well— the throw-yourself-back-into-work-as-fast-and-hard-as-you-can-before-anyone-notices-how-unwell-you-are maneuver. He’s a master of it.]

[But being a master of it makes you a master of dismantling it, as well.]

Oh— yes, that’s me. Good to meet you, Wayne. Please, come in— just to give me my mail and get some directions, of course. Can’t leave without delivering my mail. Or getting directions.

[He smiles, opening the door to the restaurant bruskly and shooing the cowboy inside.] Come in, please. Have a seat, and I’ll be sure to get that mail from you immediately. As soon as you’re sitting.

[Wayne opens his mouth to say something, but finds himself being rushed inside the restaurant, abruptly stumbling through the door. He finds himself staring at the carefully arranged dining room and his eyes admire the rustic decor.]

Well, I’ll be darned. Beautiful place you got here, boss. You designed this yourself? [With a grin, he places both hands on his hips and turns his admiration to Raeger.] Am I to understand that you run this joint by your lonesome?

[Suddenly, widened eyes catch a glimpse of the wrist watch around Wayne’s left arm.] Oh, shoot. I shouldn’t stay too long. Still gotta find Mineral Town, wherever that is. Heh. ♪ [Wayne’s brows furrow bashfully. Strangely, he finds himself feeling guilty for having troubled this kind stranger so much.]

Mind if I just rehydrate with some water real quick ‘fore I head out? Got your mail right here— [He quickly reaches into the messenger bag, producing an organized stack of envelopes and handing it to Raeger. The sweat had flattened Wayne’s hair to his forehead, while hid cheeks had remained flushed from the heat. But he’d be fine to finish delivering, right?] Sorry it took so long to get here. ♪

[plain--wayne]

Risky Delivery || W.P & Wayne

@blackcauldrons: The Witch Princess had never gotten company before so the knock on her door that echoed mid-conjuring had caught her off guard. Who dared disrupt her work?“Must you knock so loud!”  She opened the door, visibly upset. “What do you want?”

[Upon seeing the woman open the door, Wayne’s eyes soften and a smile accompanies his features.] Pardon me, miss. I should have known to be more respectful of a lady’s property. ‘Specially one as lovely as yourself. ♪

[He holds the box up with both arms, as if to gesture to it.]

Got a delivery for this address. No return label on it though and it’s addressed to a Miss “W. Princess”. [Nods his chin towards the stranger.] I presume you’re said princess, yeah? 

[plain--wayne]

@highlyregarded:

Huh—

[Raeger tries to adjust to the sudden halt, putting his foot down, too, to make sure they both don’t go toppling. He cranes his neck to see what the stranger is gesturing to behind them— and freezes suddenly in realization.]

Oh— oh, mail! You— mail. Okay.  

[Thank goodness he didn’t embarrass himself too much over that misunderstanding. The mail, of course. Now he’s facing a bit of a dilemma, having left the mail bag behind— but now that the man is upright enough to (hopefully) stay that way, Raeger entrusts him to the doorway of the restaurant to lean against for a second while he fetches the poor, forgotten mail bag. Fortunately, the mail pieces have all managed to stay inside the bag— and Raeger wastes no time in handing it over. He’d offer to carry it for him, but he’s fairly certain he heard once that that is a sacred duty to carry the mail, entrusted only to— well—]

[Um. Was it cowboys, or mail carriers? Or— both, was it? Didn’t the original mail system deliver on horseback? Raeger shakes his head to regain his focus. He puts a hand out, as well— an offer to help steady the stranger should he need any more help walking.]

It seems you lost consciousness in the doorway— please, come inside and rest. I can get you water— not to mention probably something nutritious to help in this heat.

[Wayne furrows his brows, watching as Raegar retrieves his messenger bag and keeping himself steady by clutching the doorframe. He weakly takes the bag from Raegar and breathes a quick ‘thank you’ before cloaking it around his shoulder.]

Lost consciousness? You don’t say. Shucks, that’s... a little, ah— embarrassing. But I appreciate you. [Missing Raegar’s social cue, Wayne instead takes the man’s hand and gives it a single, firm shake (despite his compromised state).] Awww, no, no. I couldn’t trouble you for your hospitality, boss. You’ve already done enough for me. But I—

[A momentary darkness clouds Wayne’s vision, but he blinks several times to regain his sight.] Woah there, headrush. Heh. Guess I moved too soon? [Touches a hand to his forehead.]

I brought you your mail, by the way. You’re Raegar, isn’t that right? [One hand remains on his forehead as he flashes a tired smile at the other man.] Name’s Wayne, the new postman ‘round these parts. Mind if I come inside just to give you your mail? And maybe you can give me some directions real quick.

[plain--wayne]

@fritzled:

Aw, shucks! [Frowns in disappointment, snapping his fingers.] If only we’d used hindsight— coulda had me down outta here lickity split if I’d asked ya to bring a ladder! I never think of those things in time— [Snaps into a grin, beaming at him.] Well, nice to meetcha as it is, heh!♪

[Grins at the set up, nodding approvingly as he steadies his hands on the edge and finds the best way to drop himself down.] That looks great, Wayne! Alright, I’m comin’ down feet first— [Pauses, unsure what other way he would have managed and pondering that a moment longer before shaking his head and setting his hands to gripping the wooden edge of the attic.] Uhh, okay— three, two, —

[Before he even finishes that train of thought, he drops his feet down between his arms, not accounting for the momentum that would swing his body down and loosen the grip of one of his hands before he could steady the fall better—] Wa—WATCH Ah—out—

[His feet start cycling far above the chair, straining but managing to keep one hand gripping the wood as he scrambles to attach his other hand back to the ledge with wildly moving legs.] Uhh— hrf— thought— that was— taller—

[Wayne’s eyes widen with slight fear upon seeing Fritz make the abrupt leap. Instinctively, he maintains a firm grasp on the otherwise worn chair and winces when the other man collides into it. But Fritz’s somewhat safe landing causes Wayne to sigh in relief.]

I’d say that was a close one, but you held your own. ♪ [Eases his hands off the chair.] You alright there? You didn’t break any bones on me, didja?

By the way— [Points a thumb over his shoulder to a large brown box.] That package there is for you. From no one in particular. You’re one of the farmers, isn’t that right? [Grins.]

[plain--wayne]

New Neighbors

[plain--wayne]

reap-the-harvest:

Good! [Nods again] At least you’re willing to do something about it.

[Watches him curiously, pushing a piece of her hair out of her face. A bit of color highlights her cheeks, realizing what he had meant finally] Er- no, well I mean, I guess, I mean- maybe you just haven’t met all the farmers where you’re from then.

[Brows raise at the mention of farming tools and unmarked packages] Really? Is that okay? I- [Goes to follow him but stops] Wait, I need to get dressed first!

[Without another word, the door closes. Almost immediately, it reopens, and she steps out in her work dress, apron, abd rucksack on her back.] Alright, where to then?

[He stands there, hands on his hips, when Minori emerges in her work clothes. A smile takes over his lips—larger, this time—and he chuckles softly.]

Well, I’ll be darned. You really are jus’ the cutest thing. ♪ Alright! Let’s head on down this way, sweetheart. Gotta cut through downtown to get to the postal office.

[He leads Minori off of her farm and through southern Oak Tree Town. The more they walk, the more deserted it seems. Abandoned buildings and dry lands appear to be the norm of the area.]

Can’t say I know for sure what all’s in those boxes. I only opened one and saw brand new tools, like a watering can, hammer, axe, fishing rod—a milker, even. [Slips both hands into his coat pockets and flashes a grin on Minori.] Anythin’ you need in particular? 

[plain--wayne]

highlyregarded: 

[Raeger waits patiently for the stranger’s dazed cooperation, unwavering from his singular goal in getting this man into his restaurant. Subconsciously, however, the aura this man exudes (even in his weakened state) penetrates even his single-minded determination to get him out of the sun. That hat— his outfit— this is a cowboy if Raeger’s ever seen one— and he has. A fair few. The blond is closer to him in age than most of the old cowboys that come through town and stop in Raeger’s restaurant looking for food and work. And a great deal more put together.]

[Well—besides his tenuous grasp on consciousness. That’s probably docking him some “put together” points. But his outfit is clean and professional, if perhaps not the best suited to the stifling heat of Oak Tree’s summer months.]

[One hand grips the stranger’s wrist to keep his arm from simply slipping down again, and Raeger juts his opposite shoulder out to lock him in the hold. He hesitates only for a second, freezing in place as he meet the stranger’s eyes sidelong— all too able to understand, with no confusion about what he could possibly be saying this time, as the cowboy mumbles again— “you’re male”?]

Ah— …yes. [He confirms this bluntly— yet knowing full well the man couldn’t have actually been seeking confirmation about it. He’ll put the implications aside for now, however, and simply ignore them until he can fetch a glass of water. Surely this stranger won’t begrudge him helping him just on the basis of his gender— or, at least, won’t fight him enough to prevent help being adequately delivered. Raeger clears his throat, hoping he isn’t noticeably flushed.] I’m just— I just want to help, sir.

[He moves quickly, with a heft and a soft grunt— using the strength in his back and knees to stand up, hoisting the incapacitated cowboy up with him. Raeger wraps his arm around the blond’s waist to steady him— and does his best to ignore how much more awkwardly aware of the motion he is now that the “you’re male” bit has come up. Just— get him inside, Raeger.]

Up we go, up and in—

[With the help of the stranger, Wayne manages to rise to his feet and keep one arm draped around the man’s shoulder. His head falls tiredly into the crook of the other person’s neck, a single distressed huff emitting through his nose.]

[He makes several attempts to clear his throat as the two begin moving towards what Wayne presumes is the other man’s home. Suddenly, he stops, placing his body weight on the heel of his left foot. His balance falters for a moment.]

S-Sir.... Wait.

[Wayne raises his free hand and points an index finger to the disheveled messenger bag on the ground.]

Mail... I was— [Wipes off the sweat with the back of his palm.] Bringin’ you your mail.

Nnnnn— [He pinches his brows together, as if trying to regain his consciousness.]

What—happened?

[plain--wayne]

New Neighbors

[plain--wayne]

reap-the-harvest:

Oh jeez, that’s a shame…[Nods her head in agreement, looking past him in the doorway and out to the front of her property] Really quiet, yeah- a lot different from where I come from. I mean I like it, but it’s sad you know?

[Turns towards the inside of her house, this time opting to place the envelopes, stamps, and letters on the floor] Well, sounds like if the direction isn’t coming to you, then you’ll just have to make your own then. Seems like waiting for other people to do something is what got this place into such bad shape…

[Quirks a brow at him, eyes looking to the ceiling in thought a moment as though his statement has her confused…actually, it does.] What do you mean? There are lots of cute people that run farms…

[Hums in thought] Mmmm a year? Yeah, about a year now.

[Chuckles.] Gosh, you sure are right ‘bout that, Miss Minori. I’m more inspired than ever to jumpstart the postal business now.

[Wordlessly, he leans over to move a stray strand of Minori’s hair out of her face with gentle fingers. He smiles and shrugs his shoulders.]

I don’t know about that--they sure don’t make ‘em as cute as you. Not where I’m from, ‘least. Heh. ♪

[His eyes suddenly widen.] Oh--! Reminds me! I dug up a few nameless boxes back at the post office. Some of ‘em have brand new farm equipment and supplies stored inside. Figure you can use ‘em, yeah? C’mon into town with me. [He already begins exiting Minori’s farm, ushering her to follow with a wave of his hand.] I’ll show ya!

[plain--wayne]

New Neighbors

[plain--wayne]

reap-the-harvest:

[Hums to herself in thought. She supposes he is right, and supposes she feels a little guilty for thinking such. She nods her head, tucking the letters under her arm]

Oh- [Looks to the stamps and envelopes he offers her] thank you…[Tucks them under her arm as well, and remembering her coffee, picks the mug up off the ground]

Wait…so you’re the only one working there? And it’s in shambles? Why hasn’t anyone fixed it? Is the mail supposed to be like the pony express out here?

[Scratches the back of his head, offering an apologetic shrug.] Beats me, darlin’. I am the only one workin’ there for now. Reckon it might stay that way for a minute--it seems quiet ‘round these parts.

[He looks out towards the general direction of the community center, frowning.]

Ain’t got no direction neither ‘bout how to run the place. Just picked up the job on a whim an’ packed my bags. Hopin’ someone will come by soon to give me the lay of the land for the place. [Turns his gaze back to Minori, smiling.] I sure would love ta get mail serviced faster for fine folks like yourself. 🎵

So--[Glances around and nods at the property.] A farmer, huh? You’re awful cute to be runnin’ a farm out here. How long you been ‘round?