duck, duck...goat? || junmus
@moon-yeongjun
Seamus had been up into the wee hours of the morning tinkering in his workshop, unable to sleep because he’d begun drafting plans for another addition to the property and his thoughts had tumbled along from there. Which meant that he didn’t meander back into the main house until the sun had nearly risen, dark circles under his eyes and a leaden weight to his body that he’d not experienced in some time.
He woke up a while later, around mid-morning. Immediately, he clutched a cup of coffee to his chest like a lifeline, perusing through the plans he’d left on his kitchen table, pleased that his fever dream feeling of productivity had been exactly that.
Hell, he’d even thrown in plans to make a new chest for the end of his bed to hold the extra blankets and other odds and ends Lachlann used while he stayed.
Stepping onto his porch after such a feeling, however, did not prepare him for the sight of a bloody goat gnawing on some indecipherable sheet of metal propped up on the side of his workshop.
He didn’t even have a goat so where the fuck did it come from?!