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* ✩ ˖ ˚ ⑊ kiryu

‘  CAREFUL,  ITS  SPICY.  ‘  kiryu  isn’t  sure  how  he’s  allowed  himself  to  fall  into  the  trap  this  situation  inherently  imposed–it’s  his  heart,  swollen  and  fat  and  fragile.  teddy  had  done  good  by  him,  and  it  would  pain  him  to  see  that  kindness  unreturned,  and  so  he  returns  it  in  the  ways  he  knows  how.  it  feels  more  oft  like  he’s  toting  him  about  kamurocho  like  a  backpack,  but  ..  this  was  a  dangerous  place,  and  any  method  or  manner  of  unruly  individual  would  prey  upon  a  young  man  like  him–too  trusting,  too  kind.  the  beef  bowls  smell  of  fragrant  spices  and  sesame  seed.  kiryu  takes  his–a  size  larger–with  no  reservation,  the  stringy  beef  clutched  to  bits  of  steamed  sticky  rice.   ‘  ..  i ..  do  you  like  kamurocho?  its  different  than  the  country.  ‘  

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❝ — i love it !!! ❞ excitement is no farce, joyful burst lasting long after exclamation. warning is heeded, nonetheless, careful slurps taken from his respective serving. his own family had a tendency to cook with a little kick, yet kiryu hadn’t led him astray thus far. ❝ different ain’t gotta’ mean bad. so much stuff i ain’t never seen before! oh, an’ y’a got me that bird !! it’s sooo cute! ❞ farmer was still thinking on what to do with his newfound gift; perhaps he’d place it upon nightstand once he returned home, or set it cosy on the living room mantel. whatever the case may be, he’s more than grateful for such an outing. he doubts many would be willing to deal with him for such an extensive period, and kiryu had forced through it all. ❝ do you like it here? ❞

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* ✩ ˖ ˚ ⑊ ???

How did he get himself here? Lay at the mercy of a stranger in a nest of hay? His last feud with the O’Driscoll Boy’s had made its way to Georgia. He had sent them tucking tail but not before they pumped his body full of led. Their war was initiated just outside of a peaceful ranch this time, not intentionally it would seem both Van der Linde and O’Driscoll had the intent on robbing the same family farm. 

The remnants of all of that lay strewn in the form of a wounded Dutch, harboured in the barn. The young man that resided here was present and Van der Linde raises his head so his dark eyes could meet the latter’s. ❛ Why are you helping me? ❜ Perhaps he should just be thankful that the other man was even hospitable at all. Dutch had not revealed his intentions to score this place, why would he? Such a thing would only lead to the stranger finishing him off. For all he knew Dutch had just been in a showdown with another gang and this was how he ended up. 

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❝ — would be mighty rude’a me t’ jus’ leave y’a hurtin’, wouldn’t it? ❞ it’s a question he heard often, ( and one that ached golden heartstrings ). kindness could be hard to come by, and where he could comprehend, he could never quite understand. placing trust in someone such as teddy was frequently mistaken as a risk by strangers, stress on the possible facade of his cheeky behaviour. nonetheless, farmer persists in his niceties. this man was hardly capable of caring for himself, nor was he in any state to run off to wherever he may have came from. their relationship was a suddenly mutual one, and assurance was needed. often times, teddy joyfully akins such tasks to friending animals. they’re uneasy, yes, but always found their way around. 

bandages are changed, bloodied strips of cloth tossed aside for future cleanup. bullet wounds were nasty things, yet he’d seen enough to have a prowess in basic medical care. ❝ — how’s that feelin’ now? better? most’a my stitchin’ is on horses, mind y’a, but i do my best! ❞ farmer beams with something prideful, thinks efforts are, ( ultimately ), better than leaving the man to suffer. ❝ shouldn’t be leavin’ y’a out in the barn like this ... think y’er able t’ g’it on up? got a bed and warm meals inside! ❞

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* ✩ ˖ ˚ ⑊ ???

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Hosea awakes abruptly- the last thing he remembers is falling from Silver Dollar on the roadside. Coughing and wheezing- whilst he was distracted with his illness-desperately scrambling around his coat pocket for some tonic- the horse must have been scared by a snake or some sort of god forsaken animal because the next thing he knew- He felt the ground beneath him. Everything went dark.

His eyes glance about the room and he doesn’t recognise any of it. Why would he? The only bed he sleeps in these days costs a $1. And usually he only gets that luxury when he rides out alone on a hunting trip or some other errand. In camp he sleeps on the floor outside.

He hears something.

He’s not alone…

His hand drifts to his waist- checking if his revolver is still there- it’s not. Neither of them are. And that’s concerning. He takes a risk. ‘Hello?’

cat becomes spooked by stranger’s shifting, rears from teddy’s preoccupied lap and out of the room. with distraction gone, farmer’s attention is diverted. chair he’s sat in is momentarily abandoned, makes closer to guest’s bedside. while ice is long melted and drink gone warm, it’s a glass of water retrieved from nightstand and extended hosea’s way. ❝ — heya, mister !! how y’a feelin’? ❞ tone jars with the usual pep despite current situation, smile warm upon freckled features. he knows from prior experience just how WARY those receiving his help could be, skittish in ways he strives to ease. while he possesses no blatantly ill will, he can guess why one would worry otherwise. not many these days had an honest aim to aid. ❝ i got that horse o’ y’ers in the stables, if y’er wonderin’. rowdy thing, ain’t they! what’a p’erty turkoman! ❞

he’s a conversationalist, ( can’t quite help the babble that leaves his lips ). company appears bothered, brows gaining a knit of forgiveness as rancher bubbles with a hum of apology. ❝ — teddy fischer, at y’er service! me and my buddy plucked y’a right off the road, ain’t safe t’ be stayin’ out there like that! ❞ index finger notes toward wrapped ankle, compressed with whatever wrap he was lucky enough to have laying about. ❝ twisted y’er foot up! best i could do wit’ what i got. ❞

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* ✩ ˖ ˚ ⑊ flint

“ most do. ” perhaps experience has been too harsh a teacher for him? not that it hasn’t saved his hide more times than he’d care to think of. most sent up red flags of some kind, something that he could pick up on before now. and there’s a slight frown pursing at his lips. was he judging too harshly? not often he’s gotten offers for a home cooked meal with seemingly no strings attached. his stomach growled at the thought, answering for him at the offer. damn. “ i suppose if it ain’ too much trouble for you. ”

❝ — ain’t no trouble when y’a wanna’ do it! ❞ the man is obviously HUNGRY, much to the farmer’s genuine bemusement. porch is ascended upon with the beckoning wave of his hand, ( mute reassurance he shouldn’t rely on prior experiences for this one ). teddy possesses no ill will against others within his bones, even taking the time to prop the door so newfound guest could simply amble his way indoors. kitchen is easy enough to spot, building small and counters coddled near entrance. ❝ if y’a wanted, y’a could even help some !! it’s righ’ fulfillin’ when y’a make it y’erself, ain’t it? ❞ and perhaps, if his sunny disposition hadn’t been sway as is, an honest confirmation nothing frightful would be cooked into the dish. 

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* ✩ ˖ ˚ ⑊ big kitty

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head resting atop large paws, snoring, happily asleep, until a sound pulled her out of her dreams. eyes flickering open, a mildly bewildered look in them as she took in her surroundings; spotting the unfamiliar human. and suddenly, her eyes were forced shut again as a yawn forced itself upon her; mouth opening wide, tongue sticking out, as a tired sound escaped her. still sleepy, she then blinked up at the young man from where she was laying, and chuffed as she rolled over to her side, licking at her snout.

it’s a cat, he’s sure of that much. he’s simply insistent upon having never spotted one so resoundingly LARGE before. it’s a sense of childlike excitement that riles within his chest at the thought, ( blissfully wonders if there’s other felines prowling about with such an interesting boast ). voice starts at a wordless wobble, then a squeaky squeal, hands coming to cup either side of his own face as cheeks strain with the force of his ever giddy grin. ❝ — oh my GOSH, y’er sooo cute !! ❞ teddy finally manages as she does little more than flop onto her side. farmer digs frantic fingers into the pocket of his overalls, digits fishing about for the usual bag of biscuits he totes around. perhaps best suited for your typical house cat, that hasn’t stopped the man from handing them out as free treats to any willing animal who happens his path. decidedly, shiva is now one of them. feet shuffle closer, knees give a squat, open palmed hand extending fish flavoured bits. ❝ hungry? want some snackies? ❞

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* ✩ ˖ ˚ ⑊ kassandra

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       ❝Why if it isn’t Teddy! By the Gods, I have missed you!❞     Kassandra rushed over to her shorter friend, looking down at him with     a small smile. She decides not to pull him into a hug just yet. While she     has missed him, she knows better than to just pull someone into a hug.     After all, she always has a problem with people trying to touch her in any     way shape or form when she hardly knows them- but that’s not the case     with the two. They have known each other, though for brief moments.          ❝I take it you still have work for me on your farm?❞     Bold of her to ask, she knows, but she enjoys helping him. He’s kind of like     a brother to her.

the sight of such a familiar face upon the farm was always a treat in its own right. shovel is thoughtlessly discarded within the dirt with the woman’s approach, brightened smile gracing teddy’s features in mirroring joy. it would be quite the FIB to say he hadn’t been wondering what became of her in the last few months, ( made the rightful assumption she must be off handing people their dues ). ❝ — always busy here, y’a know how it is! ❞ comes bubbled acknowledgement, newly freed hands making to rest on hips as head sits on a mindful swivel. farmer could never deny the aid of another, even if his general nature held a potent dislike for shoving the weight of labour onto their shoulders. nonetheless, there’s numerous chores to be done, and kassandra was offering after all. per usual, he’d be more than happy to thank her with a hefty meal. ❝ boy, do i! better at heavy liftin’ than i’ll ever be, could help me move bales for the horses t’ eat! ❞

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* ✩ ˖ ˚ ⑊ lil’ fella

h o n k s

hands him bread.

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"I got you a teddy bear... Because you're Teddy." (You know)

❝ — WAH !!!!! i’m teddy !!! ❞ he coddles newfound gift ever so lovingly within his arms, appears almost worried that he may very well harm the lifeless plush in one way or another. eyes squeeze tight all the same, smile coiled so bright there’s a threatening pang of ache in the muscles of his cheeks. perhaps it could be seen as infantile or idiotic to someone else, yet farmer is overwhelmingly grateful for this furry friend. it’s got perfect little eyes that show incidental reflection, a sloppily knit upturn of stitched lips to mirror his own, materials soft to the very touch for only the most palpable amount of joy possible. there was no need for gator to be so kind, ( teddy finding himself mutely proud the man was capable of garnering enough courage to even deliver such a silly line of dialogue ). it’s a chaste kiss he receives for his efforts, pecked swift upon scruffed cheek in thankful passing as the rancher’s focus remains abundantly obvious. ❝ ohhh, it’s so gosh darn cute !! i gotta’ put ‘em in my room right away! ❞   //   @outlawhavoc

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* ✩ ˖ ˚ ⑊ miss diaz

     “So you really run this whole place by yourself?” Cecilia asked as she led her horse into the barn. A cold snap had hit the area, and she had gotten caught in a freak snowstorm. She spotted a farm in the distance while on the road, and made a mad-dash for it before the weather took a turn for the worst.

     The owner had been kind enough to offer her shelter until the weather cleared, and Cecilia had every intention of repaying his kindness. Even if that meant helping to work on the farm. Considering her own upbringing, it would hardly be any trouble.

     “Seems like a lot for one person to handle,” Cecilia continued. “You ever have any trouble?”

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❝ — even when i do, i ain’t mind it none! good things come t’ those who wait, don’t they? ❞ host scurries on ahead, unlatches whichever paddock happens to be closest. while one may have grown used to it after so many months, the weather still carried that nasty CHILL this time of the year. teddy didn’t find it much fair for someone to be gallivanting about in the snow without the proper precautions to keep them warm, ( or wasting the remains of bodily heat in the cold ambling to find an empty stall ). ❝ not much t’ do on the plot when it’s like this. keep the animals fed an’ such. i manage! ❞ farm is obviously adored by its tender, doesn’t have a cruel word to say of the place. perhaps he’d simply spent far too many years on the grounds, or this was yet another glaring example of his positivity that appeared to cease at no bounds. ❝ what’ch’a doin’ out in this, then, if yain’t bothered by my askin’? mighty nippy, even f’r the well prepared! ❞

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do u care him , do u care him   ,

cant stop thinking abt how teddy wears those big floppy sunhats with the ribbon n oversized bow tied to them 🥴🥴