"what?" his broad forearm swipes over his slick forehead before the shovel is dug back into the earth and soil is flung over his shoulder, damp shirt recently abandoned on the grass safely placed out of the way. "even jacked guys like me break a sweat sometimes." he says as he winks at the other with a sly smirk.
@soulmateprinciple liked this for a randomized new muse starter!












