Summer Work (Tue 2, Summer, Year 2)
Day 1 - Beginning
Voltron × Fields of Mistria microfic, a little less than 500 words. No game specific lore, can be read with just generic knowledge of how a farming simulator works
It was not Lance’s first rodeo at the farm. It was, what, his sixth season there? And his second summer. He really, really should’ve expected the way it would’ve sucked horribly. There were frankly no other proper way to describe how the mixing of the financial strain caused by buying all the necessary seeds and the amount of work necessary to plant, water, and take care of all his crops took. Not to mention that, with the days growing warmer, the rain was starting to appear less and less. In short, the beginning of the season absolutely sucked and the (ex) adventurer hated it.
Six thirty in the morning, late on his half assed routine, and he stumbled out of his small house. His familiar, a dog that had taken to following him around, had already been tasked with looking for wood. He’d need to build a fence, since the animals he had been encouraged to adopt enjoyed lingering a bit too close to his crops for his liking.
What Lance had not expected, clearly, was that feathers for brain annoying bird of Keith standing in front of his door, at a clearly unreasonable hour. Dragons, Lance wasn't even presentable yet!
The young man, that usually would be seen in no less than a shirt with a ridiculously high collar and the same bright red cloak (which looked awful, by the way), regardless of season, was now standing in a black tank top, with slits for his wings. Wings that were folded on his back, yes, but still visible to everyone. The farmer had to remind himself that choking on his saliva first thing in the morning wasn’t the best idea to start the day.
Keith rarely showed his gryphon side, to the point of filing his nails every night to make sure they wouldn't look too much like claws. It was an obsession, really, according to Lance. But being allowed to witness it was… as close to an honor he could think of, when it came to the other.
“What do you want, mullet?” He managed to spit out, struggling to keep his focus away from the other’s body. It was not his fault that the way small feathers grew and escaped from the shirt looked so damn… interesting. Unusual. Yeah, yeah, that was the word and that was the feeling.
Keith gestured towards the town, with a shrug of his shoulders. He pretended not to care much, but it didn't take a genius to tell he held the people there very dear, even Lance could see it.
“They asked me to help you out for the first few days. Said something about you struggling, so I’m here now.”
Lance rolled his eyes. He wasn’t struggling. He was perfectly able of managing the farm himself, thankyouverymuch! No need for someone who knew nothing about all of this to intervene.
“I’m not struggling! I’m capable of doing it myself!”
Keith sighed. It was going to be a long, long day.
