The Ladies Love The Pete!

I'm Pete. I run a ranch, I have pretty cool skills when it comes to taking care of animals and wooing the ladies, and above all other things: I'm the sexiest blue-hat-and-red-neckercheif-wearing, ranch-running guy around. The ladies all know that I'm also... Part of the HM Masterlist. ((His icon was found on a Google Image Search for 'Harvest Moon Pete SNES', so forgive me if the icon is for the wrong Pete, 'cause, boy, there are a LOT of Petes!))

[positively-pete]

To you, what is the ultimate gesture of total trust?

I, uh... guess *scratches the back of his head* being honest about big stuff.

[positively-pete]

Excluding romantic love, when was the last time you told someone you loved them? Who were they to you?

I called my mom for Christmas. The Pete always tells my mom I love her. It’s what the Pete does.

[positively-pete]

((If anyone wants to thread with Pete, hmu. I need to start some rps on him.))

[positively-pete]

Would you like to be famous? If so, for what?

The Pete’s already famous for being incredibly handsome and talented!

[positively-pete]

Is there anything you wish you had done but didn't?

*His voice is soft in a tone of regret* Finishing college...

[positively-pete]

What's one thing in your life that you have to do that you really don't like doing? Why don't you like it?

The Pete has a lot of things I don’t like doing.

Watering crops, cleaning manure, waiting for the birds to get out of the way, waking up early...

They’re all too much work!

[positively-pete]

Do you have a favourite pair of shoes?

Well, the Pete’s only ever had once since leaving my parents’ house so... those?

[farmgirlsara]

Fanksgivin|Sara&Pete

*Stares at him blankly as his words slowly become clear* I- oh. Goddess, Pete, ya didn’t have to come out all this way for that. I woulda come out for…

*Well, but she wouldn’t have. She’d plum forgot the festival, except that Hart had reminded her with his cookies- and boy did she hope she’d put those away somewhere. If Pete saw those… he’d probably want to eat them. Or maybe ask where they came from? Probably eat them though*

I got some cookies in the oven… d’ya wanna come in? … Oh! *takes the bag from his mouth, gingerly holding it because his spit has made it kind of gross to touch* There. That’s better, right?

[positively-pete]

*Smiles with relief once the bag is out of his mouth. Carrying things has gotten awfully difficult, being on crutches and all* The Pete wanted to save you the trouble. With, uh, the stuff that happened last time I visited... the Pete thought I’d show my gratitude. I know it’s not cake, but *holds his head down in some shame* I didn’t wanna make you sick... so I bought you these cookies! They’re the best kind!

*Nods* And yes, please. *Sniffs around for the cookies as he carefully moves in, guided by his crutches (and nose)* What kind are you making?

[positively-pete]

The Pete’s ready for some noodles!

*Looks around for anyone who might be too full for seconds* Free leftovers are almost as good as free food itself!

[farmgirlsara]

Surprise? | Sara and Pete

[farmgirlsara]

Sara wasn’t really sure what happened next, because the minute Bigbee managed to cut the blood-soaked denim from Pete’s ass and exposed the wound to open air, she’d blacked out. 

The next thing she knew, water was being splashed on her face, and she awoke to Billy and Bigbee staring down at her, the latter with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Good morning sleeping beauty.” He’s holding the bucket, of course. “Your prince survived the operation. Had to use some of that horse tranquilizer from your stash cause he wouldn’t stop moving but…”

Horse tranquilizer? That probably wasn’t good. She felt woozy still, and her head hurt- like she’d cracked it on the floor or something when she’d fallen- typical Billy to not catch her. She didn’t trust herself to open her mouth yet for fear of puking, but she did look around, surprised to find Pete wasn’t lying on the floor where he’d been.

“On the bed.” Ah, yes. She could see the prone lump from here, on his belly with his rump exposed to the air. Someone had changed him, thank god- though the overalls he was wearing were much too big for him. “Had to give him a pair of yer pa’s old overalls- his were kind of ruined. The fit ain’t too good but it’ll do.”

She’d given away most of Harry’s clothing, save for a few shirts- those overalls were probably Sanders’. Well… at least someone was getting use of them.

“Anyway, I gotta get back to the Inn. Billy called the doctor while you were out, she’ll be here first thing in the morning.” She’s hoisted to her feet. “Hey. Get some sleep, and stop shooting people in the ass.”

“Shut up Bigbee,” She mutters, punching him lightly in the arm. “And… thanks. Both of ya.”

“Whatever.” But he’s smiling as he plops her down on her own bed. “He should probably be out cold for a good while but who knows?”

There are some more words exchanged and then they leave, and she’s alone with Pete in a silent house. Tears well in her eyes as she looks at him- there are still remnants of those stupid rose petals all over the place mixed with the fake paper ones that had startled her so bad. He’d just been trying to be romantic and she’d shot him in the ass.

What sort of girlfriend was she?

[positively-pete]

The tranquilizer kept Pete out for a few hours; not enough for a full night’s sleep, but enough for the lateness to be the first thing Pete noticed when he awoke. Aside from grogginess, Pete didn’t really feel much of anything. It was hard to remember a lot other than something hitting his behind and discovering it was a bullet.

It all happened so fast, he was sure Sara must have been as confused as he was. When his vision cleared, he noticed Sara appeared upset. What was wrong? He was just fine.

“Sara... You okay? D-Does... Does the Pete still have his ass?”

[positively-pete]

Would you rather lose an arm or a leg?

How about neither? Came too close to losing a leg! The Pete does not want to do that again!

[positively-pete]

So how big is your meat Petey boy?

That’s a secret only the Pete’s special lady knows, Mr. Anonymous.

[positively-pete]

When was the last time you cried, and why?

A few weeks ago. The Pete got a bullet pulled out of my ass! They were not tears of fear or pain, though. The Pete was crying tears of... uh... gaining battle scars!

[positively-pete]

*sighs* The Pete wanted to ice skate. How am I gonna make this work...?

[positively-pete]

[Walking by the entrance of Pete's farm he watched the man taking a broom to clear away some spider webs near his chicken coop and Kiel quickly rushes to his side and grabs the broom from him, throwing it into the river.]

*Clearing the spider webs with a broom was hard enough, but with a wheelchair? That was a whole other story, which is why Pete is more shocked by the sudden disposal of his broom* Hey! What’cha do that for? The Pete has battle scars! I can take you!

[farmgirlsara]

*Holding the top of a bag full of frosted sugar cookies with his teeth, Pete uses one of his crutches to knock on Sara's door.*

*Sara’s busy trying to bring down the swelling on her arm by running it under cold water when the knock comes. She groans, sidestepping the cookies that litter the floor to go answer it*

Yes…? Oh, Pete! *swings the door open wide in surprise* What’re ya doin’ here? 

[positively-pete]

*Thanks to the bag in his mouth, he can’t speak very clearly* Dah Heet got dese fhor you! I know you don’t hike tocolate mutf. Fso dis ish for fanksivin.

[farmgirlsara]

Surprise? | Sara and Pete

[farmgirlsara]

“Here.”

Sara’d taken the blessed opportunity to get away from the overwhelming stench of blood to grab the required tools, as well as a surgical mask she wore on the unfortunate occasion that one of her animals decided to spawn.

It didn’t quite kill the smell, but it helped.

“Thank ya,” Bigbee grunted, focused on prodding the area around the wound. “Feel like this is gonna have to come off- better get outside, Sar. This ain’t no sight for a lady.” His serious expression morphed into a smirk. “Then again, this ain’t no sight you never seen before, and you ain’t no kind of lady.”

“Oh shut up!” She exploded, finally at her limit. “This ain’t the time to bust my balls, Bigbee! Just help Pete, damn it!”

“Fine, fine.” An eye roll, and then Bigbee’s stuffing an old kerchief into Pete’s mouth. “Don’t scream, either of y’all. And you, don’t move. I’m liable to get twitchy and you don’t want this knife to slip.”

[positively-pete]

Come off? Were they going to cut off his leg? Or worse: his behind?

Pete’s eyes darted around, hoping to find some way to get out of this and magically recover instead; however, it was too late, and a kerchief was already stuffed into his mouth. It made him gag a bit, making it a struggle not to get sick and make more of a mess.

“Mmmmh...” He whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut.

Time to hope for the best.