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Part 3/16ish. Read Part 1 here, the most recent chapter (1.5) is here. Klaus X Minori, story of seasons. Please reblog or comment if you like it. Enjoy!

Spring 1st.

Isla Farm; The Guild. Morning.

Someone was pounding on the door.

Minori groaned, pulling the sheets up to her chin. It was cold. She wanted to sleep just a little longer —

“Nori! Noooooori! I know you’re in there!”

But she knew that voice. She also knew what it meant. There was no other reason he would be here so early.

Slowly, she propped herself up on one arm. Her muscles were sore; her eyes were sandy. Had she overslept?

The pounding grew more incessant. “Nori, come on, get up! Elise and Giorgio are gonna beat us to the Guild!”

Finally, she sat up. As the sheets tumbled into her lap, she checked the clock: 8:30.

Oh, she had certainly overslept. The animals would be inconsolable. They were used to being fed every morning over an hour ago, and her newly-pregnant cow, Henrietta, had an appetite more fit for a growing boy than a normally even-tempered bovine.

Before she could worry much more about Henrietta, however, the pounding at the door started again, now even louder than before. The sharp knocks made her head hurt.

“I’m coming!” she called, borderline snippily, and the pounding stopped.

“Good!” came the response from the other side of the door.

She slid her legs over the side of the bed. Her feet hit the hardwood floor, and the ice-cold impact sent a spine-wracking shiver from her toes to her teeth. She looked over her shoulder at the open bedroom window and realized that, in her sleepy state after the New Year’s festival, she had left it open, leaving the fresh winter breeze — technically spring breeze, now — to turn her home into an igloo.

Hugging herself to try and get rid of the chill, she put on a pair of blue slippers and toed her way over a sea of dirty laundry and half-finished sketches of the town’s parks to open the front door.

On her doorstep stood none other than Fritz. He was, as usual, a complete and utter mess. His fiery red hair resembled the nests in her chicken coop, and at least six patches of polka dot fabric adorned the repairs in his winter coat. One of his boots was untied.

The only non-mismatched thing on his body was the yellow scarf and striped mittens that Eda had crocheted for him shortly before her passing. Minori’s heart swelled a bit when she saw them.

Fritz left her no space for grief, however.

“Nori!” His face was unusually grave. “Your lease on the tall crops field is up!”

She leaned against the doorframe and sighed. “I figured that’s what this was about. We can’t have one day off for the New Year?”

“Nope!”

He grabbed her arm and yanked her out of the safety of her home. She yelped, nearly tripping on the steps on the way down.

As he began tugging her toward the path to town, she objected, “The door, Fritz! At least let me close the door and grab some shoes!”

“Door, yes. No shoes.” He let go of her arm. “You’re already wearing slippers! You’ll be fine!”

She laughed, grabbing the doorknob and pulling the door shut. “Alright, but if Marian sees me and makes a fuss, I’m going to blame you.”

He puffed out his chest. “I’m can accept those consequences.” He grabbed her hand again. “Now come on, let’s go! I’m ready to get that field!”

In classic Fritz fashion, he dashed toward the the path to town, pulling her right along with him. This was her third spring in Oak Tree Town, and she liked to think she was almost used to Fritz’s antics. Normally he was very happy-go-lucky and perhaps naive; when it came to field conquests, however, there was nothing he was more serious about.

Truthfully, it was like that for all of them: Fritz, Giorgio, Elise, and Minori. They all handled the conquests with good humor — well, except for Elise — but even Giorgio, who was the arguably the least competitive of the bunch, could get worked up over a field’s lease expiring.

It had been that way since Eda’s death. Before that winter, the conquests had been very polite and calm affairs. Eda’s presence had made the competitions feel less dire. After all, who could bear to take a field away from the woman who knitted socks and baked casseroles for them solely from the good of her heart? Even Elise hadn’t dared to ever raise a finger against Eda.

Since Eda’s passing, however, the conquests were fast-paced and highly competitive. Sometimes it was fun, but there were other times when Minori missed the old days — especially when Fritz quite literally dragged her out of bed at eight in the morning.

They passed over the bridge to town, and Minori suddenly realized how cold she was. She donned only a pair of shorts and a t-shirt as a sorry excuse for pajamas, and, because Fritz hadn’t let her grab shoes, she only had slippers to protect her feet from the deep snow.

As if reading her thoughts, Fritz asked, “Aren’t you kinda cold, Nori?”

She gave a short nod. “Y-Yes.” Her teeth were chattering.

“Sorry. Guess that’s kinda my fault.”

He paused to let go of her arm and pull off his mittens, which he then handed to her. She gladly accepted them, tugging the soft yellow yarn as far up her wrists as they would go.

“Let’s hurry to the Guild,” he said. “It’ll be warmer there.”

Minori nodded, and then they were off again.

The town was even more sleepy than yesterday. Minori guessed that everyone was sleeping in after the long night at the festival. But farmers never got to sleep in — if there was one thing she had learned, it was that. She felt another pang of guilt for not feeding her animals on time. No doubt Henrietta would be mooing up a storm when she got back. Truly, she was surprised her prized cow hadn’t woken up the whole town already.

They passed a corner onto the main street, and Minori saw smoke streaming out of the Guild’s chimney. She sighed in relief.

“Come on, let's get you inside,” Fritz said. All evidence of his prior competitiveness had been replaced with a reassuring tone. That kind of gentleness was rare coming from him, and it certainly didn’t go unappreciated.

He opened the door and ushered her into the Guild’s lobby. It wasn’t as warm inside as she hoped it would be, but at least she was safe from the snow and the wind.

They were the last to arrive. Already, Veronica stood behind the reception counter, and Elise and Giorgio, each dressed to impress despite the early hour, loomed over the conquest map that she had spread out for them to read.

“Hi, guys!” Fritz greeted, hanging up his coat on the rack. “Sorry we’re late. Minori slept in.”

“And apparently didn’t have time to change,” Elise quipped.

The comment wasn’t filled with judgement so much as teasing. At least, that was what Minori hoped. After two full years of knowing Elise, Minori still wasn’t able to differentiate between her scathing comments and simply petty teasing. Truthfully, she wasn’t really sure if there was a difference between them at all — but she liked to give the benefit of the doubt.

Minori’s face fell. “Yeah, sorry.” At least her teeth had stopped chattering “Fritz was pretty insistent that I not keep you all waiting any longer, so you get to see me in my radiant natural state.”

She and Fritz went to join their rival farmers at the counter. Her bones still ached from the cold. Veronica must have noticed her plight, because she asked, “Minori, would you like something to warm you up? Perhaps a cup of coffee?”

She nodded, her face lighting up with relief. “That would be great. Thank you, Veronica.”

As Veronica went to get the coffee, Minori studied the conquest map. It was nothing fancy: just a simple sketch of Oak Tree Town’s surrounding fields. Minori had once heard a rumor that Otmar had been the one to originally draft the map, but she had never gotten confirmation. Next to the sketch of each field was a signature to indicate its current owner. Right now, she held the orchard, the tall crops field, the leafy crops field, and the bee and mushroom field.

Last summer, she had held all of the fields at once except for two. With the arrival of fall, however, she had rescinded her hold on all but four. Since then, there had been a silent, mutual agreement that no one should own more than four fields at a time. Part of this agreement was because the work load was simply too much, but another part was that it was hard to call the competitions “friendly” when one person dominated the fields — namely, it was hard to watch Fritz scrape by on only the profits from his livestock.

She felt a tinge of nostalgia looking at the map. Despite its simplicity of art and the erased, marked, re-erased, and re-marked signatures, the fading poster board held the short history of her farming career. Though two years had passed, she somehow felt simultaneously as if she had been in town much longer and much shorter than that.

Veronica returned with a mug of coffee. Minori took a quick, greedy sip of it — only to abruptly burn her tongue. She flinched, setting the mug back down on the counter. It wouldn’t be ready to drink for at least another few minutes.

Giorgio, who stood on her left, nudged her jokingly. “Patience is a virtue, Minori.”

Fritz leaned toward them wearing a lopsided grin. “Patience is a loser’s virtue!”

“Do tell, then,” Elise began, her nose high in the air, “how all of us except for you consistently win conquests? You don’t have the patience to let even a turnip ripen before you dig it up.”

Veronica cut in before Fritz could retaliate. “Alright,” she said, her voice steady as a stream, “that’s enough banter for this morning. Now, to my knowledge, there are two fields that expire today —“

The bells on the Guild door jingled, effectively cutting Veronica off. A cold gust of air whipped into the lobby. Minori’s teeth started to chatter again.

Marian, the town doctor, swept into the room. Once he saw the farmers’ meeting, however, he froze.

“Am I walking in on an intervention? I swear I’m not an alcoholic,” he joked, removing his coat to hang on the rack.

Veronica smiled. “No, Marian, it’s just a conquest meeting.”

“Ah,” he said, as if he didn’t walk in on a conquest meeting at least twice a season. “That’s not as interesting, but I guess it makes more sense.”

Minori smiled. “Very funny, Marian.”

Marian’s eyes brightened, and he stepped up to the reception counter to greet her. “Minori, darling! How’s your nose?” He went to hold her at arm’s length, but immediately frowned in disapproval upon touching her shoulders. “Why, you’re freezing! Here, take my coat.”

Minori waved a hand, trying to conceal her shattering teeth. They had already dawdled enough for her sake; she didn’t want Elise to make any rude remarks about the meeting being delayed because she had been too stupid to put on a coat.

“I’m fine,” she said, and gestured to her mug. “Veronica made me some coffee to warm up.”

“Ooh, coffee. That sounds good.” He looked to Veronica. “Mind if I grab some?”

“Be my guest,” Veronica said. As Marian started toward the other room, she commented, “You’re here very early this morning, Marian.”

Marian shrugged. “With the town getting so big I’ve had to take on a few extra hours. No biggie. Besides, the early bird gets the worm.” He poked his head out from around the separating wall, and added, “I’ll only be a minute and then I’m in the office. You all go on with your meeting!”

“Thank you,” Veronica said. She turned back to the farmers. Minori breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that the attention had been diverted from her seemingly endless shivering.

Veronica cleared her throat. “Now then, as I was saying, there are two fields up for renewal today. The first is the tall crops field, which is currently owned by Minori.” She peered at the map, using her index finger to point out the respective field. “And there’s also the root crops field, which is owned by Elise. We’ll start with Minori.”

Minori pursed her lips. The tall crops field had given her an edge throughout the winter. She had used it to plant massive amounts of cotton, which, of course, was in high demand during the cold months.

However, she also had a sizable supply of five-star potato seeds in her storage for the spring. If the frost and the cold weather kept up for another week, it would be hard to get a quality crop out of the field by the end of the season, but the possible payout was more than worth the risk.

Before she could make a decision, however, the door to the Guild swung open again.

Another rush of freezing air. Minori clutched her arms against her sides and clenched her teeth together.

“Dear Dessie,” she started with a hint of irritability, “can we please keep the door closed? I’m a frostbite virgin who doesn’t wish to be deflowered.”

She turned to face the chill perpetrator and was surprised to find none other than Klaus. The flecks of snow in his coal-black hair momentarily stole the air from her lungs. He didn’t have Raeger’s young face or Nadi’s broody manner or Kamil’s warm eyes, but Klaus was terribly attractive in his own right. Somehow she forgot that sometimes.

She was suddenly very conscious of two things: one, her pajamas were hardly becoming, and two, she had just made a metaphor about frostbite in relation to sex.

Crisis control kicked in. She ran a hand through her bed-head hair and greeted, “Klaus! Sorry.” Her teeth, much to her dismay, still chattered. “I didn’t mean t-to sound so grumpy. I just…”

“I wouldn’t let her get real shoes before we left the house,” Fritz supplied, as if it were normal to restrict someone from getting warm clothes before leaving the house. “Or a coat.”

Klaus quickly closed the door behind him, putting an end to the merciless wind. Minori nodded her thanks.

“It’s quite alright,” Klaus said, a hint of humor in his voice. He looked at Minori. “Is Marian here yet?”

“Uh huh. Just walked in.” She was still staring at the snowflakes in his hair.

He took a step toward her, his eyebrows drawing together in concern. “You know, your lips are an odd color, Minori. Maybe you should see him before I do.”

Minori touched her fingers to her lips. “A weird color?” Her voice sounded foreign to her own ears. It was too breathy to belong to her. In fact, she felt a little winded, perhaps because she was so cold.

Before she could question further, Marian called from the other room, “She’s just cold, Klaus! Give her your coat, if you will!”

Klaus nodded and started unbuttoning his large trench coat, a small smile appearing on his face. “Yes, sir.”

Minori abruptly snapped out of her stupor. “No, really, that isn’t necessary.”

“I quite agree,” Elise chimed in. “Surely the more important issue here is the impending conquests —“

“Oh, hush, Elise,” Giorgio snapped. “Minori’s freezing, look at her! Just let everyone get settled and then we can continue the meeting.”

Minori felt like a child being forced to take a bath. Klaus shrugged the coat off of his shoulders and held it out for her to slip into.

“Sorry, Minori,” he said, seeing her pout. There was a mischievous sparkle in his eyes, however, that said his apology was insincere. “Doctor’s orders.”

Minori rolled her eyes, though she acquiesced and put one of her arms through a sleeve. Once the second arm was in, Klaus tugged on the lapels so that the coat was centered on her body. It was far too big for her small frame. The sleeves reached at least another hand’s length past her fingertips.

Marian whisked around the corner and back into the main room, a mug of coffee in one hand and a clipboard in the other. He nodded at Minori. “That’s a good girl. You look great. Now come, Klaus, let’s leave the farmers to their squabbling.”

Klaus nodded politely to the company. “Good luck with the conquests, all of you. May the best squabbler win.” He followed Marian toward the latter’s office.

Fritz stuck his tongue out at Klaus. “We don’t squabble!”

Giorgio sighed. “You realize, Fritz, that you’d be more endearing if you didn’t lack some decorum. No one wants to see your tongue like that.”

Elise gave Giorgio a strange look. “Frankly, I don’t think anyone wants to see his tongue at all.”

With Klaus and Marian gone, Minori joined her colleagues back at the counter. She picked up her cup of coffee and took another sip. It was, thankfully, cooler than it had been a few minutes ago. She rolled the sleeves of Klaus’s coat up so that she could hold the mug with her bare hands, relishing in the warmth against her skin. Though her predictions about Elise being impatient had proven true, she found that, with her warm mug of coffee and Klaus’s coat on her shoulders, she didn’t mind as much as she thought she would.

Veronica took a deep breath. “Well, to make matters brief, Minori’s lease on the tall crops field has expired, and Elise’s lease on the root crops field has expired. Would anyone like to challenge them?”

Fritz’s hand immediately shot into the air. “I do! I want the tall crops field!”

Giorgio calmly reached up, grabbed Fritz’s arm, and lowered it back to the eccentric farmer’s side. “I’m afraid you’ll have to fight me for it, too, then.”

Minori hugged her torso. “You guys go ahead and duke it out.” She leaned forward so she could look around Fritz and Giorgio to Elise. “I don’t suppose you’d be willing to let me just purchase the root crops field?”

Elise smirked. “That’s a fine joke, Minori. If you want to use the root crops field you’ll have to compete for it.”

Minori shrugged. “Fair enough.”

Veronica grabbed a pen from the jar on her desk and clicked it. A pile of light blue sticky notes sat on the counter. She grabbed one of those, too, and started writing on it in an elegant scrawl.

“So,” she began, eyeing each of the farmers individually. “Minori rescinds her claim on the tall crops field, which Giorgio and Fritz will hold a conquest for. What kind of conquest?”

Giorgio looked at Fritz. “Variety of goods shipped?”

Fritz nodded. “Sounds good to me.”

“Alright then.” Veronica finished her notes and grabbed another blue sticky note. Then, she looked to Minori and Elise. “Elise, as you’re defending, you may choose the type of conquest.”

Elise replied without hesitation. “Value shipped.”

Veronica nodded. “Very straightforward. Minori, do you still wish to proceed?”

Time froze for a moment as Minori collected her thoughts. Elise was playing to her strengths; she knew that her farm was bigger and produced more than Minori’s, which meant that, theoretically, she would be able to earn more money in a single day. But Minori had a small advantage in that she wasn’t afraid to get her hands dirty. Her own farm specialized in manufacturing and satisfying the demand of the town’s trading partners. Those items’ base values were higher than Elise’s. If she sold them all at once, it would hopefully end up leveling the playing field — at the very least.

Minori took a breath. “Okay. Value shipped it is.”

Veronica wrote down the terms. Then, with careful hands, she placed both sticky notes on the conquest map.

“Fritz and Giorgio’s conquest will take place tomorrow, the second, and Minori and Elise will compete on the third,” she said. “Is that alright?”

The four farmers all gave some sort of affirmation, and Veronica started to fold up the conquest map.

As the others turned to gather their coats, hats, and scarves, Minori lagged behind to take another sip of her coffee. While she really needed to get back and feed her animals, she also wasn’t sure if Klaus would want his coat back before she left.

As she was considering this predicament, she caught a whiff of lavender and mint. She buried her nose in the collar of the coat, and smiled. She supposed she ought to have suspected as much — after all, Klaus was an artisan of perfumes. She hadn’t even know that job existed until she had moved to Oak Tree Town, but, according to the local rumor mill, Klaus was a very talented perfume connoisseur. Apparently, he could concoct scents that were incredibly specific to his customers’ tastes.

Raeger had told her that once, years ago, a noblewoman of Silk Country had given Klaus a shirt of her husband ten years deceased, and asked him to create a perfume that replicated the musk perfectly. Klaus had succeeded, and each bottle he sold to her since paid for all of his living expenses and then some.

Of course, the rumor came from Raeger, who was something of a gossip (though he’d never admit it), and she’d never heard of the story again since then. There was a fair chance he was just pulling her leg, and waiting for her to embarrass herself by asking Klaus about it.

But if it were true, it made her wonder if the smell of Klaus’s jacket was actually how Klaus smelled — his musk, for lack of a better word — or if he used his own perfumes and colognes. What does a perfume maker actually smell like? What is his natural musk? Is there a point where his natural musk is hidden by the very perfumes that he —

“Minori?”

Minori blinked.

She turned to face Veronica, who was still standing behind the counter. Elise stood with her.

“Sor-ry,” she said, dragging out the word like a piece of bubble-gum. “I was thinking. About musks. Well, not, like, in a weird way, but —“ she broke off before she could embarrass herself further. “Excuse me. What did you say?”

Elise rolled her eyes. At a volume that Minori could barely decipher, she said, “How the FAS could even be considering you for the agricultural representative baffles me.”

This admission simultaneously hurt and confused Minori, but she didn’t have time to ponder, because Veronica stepped in again.

“I was wondering,” the guild-master began, “if I might speak to you and Elise before you go. There is an important matter we must discuss.”

Minori looked back and forth between the two. For some reason, she had a feeling she was about to have bigger fish to fry than pondering the natural musk of a man she barely knew.

Marian’s Office. Early morning.

Six years had passed since Klaus had move to Oak Tree Town. The town had changed a great deal since his arrival: more people had moved in, the Trade Depot had flourished, and the economy was booming — no doubt thanks to the fierce competition of the local farmers.

But through it all, his weekly appointments with Marian remained exactly the same: ten minutes on the treadmill at high speed, three sets of pushups, and twenty bench presses. Marian would then sign off on his completed workout schedule for the week, and, if he was lucky, they would finish off the appointment with a cup of coffee and some time to talk.

Today was one of the lucky days.

Marian lounged in a plush, white chair across from him, his feet propped up on the coffee table. A pink mug of coffee rested in his hands. Klaus had opted out of coffee today; he was still sweating a bit after his run on the treadmill. Instead, he took frequent, generous gulps from a glass of water.

“So,” Marian said, “how was the convention? I didn’t get a chance to ask yesterday because Del wanted to tell me all about Europe.”

Klaus took a sip of water. He actually wasn’t particularly fond of conventions such as the one in Redford — so many people in one facility made for too much vulnerability — and he hadn’t learned a great deal. To say the convention had been enjoyable would be a stretch that Marian would see straight through.

Finally, he decided on something a little more tacit: “It was…informative.”

“Lots of weird people?” Marian asked, his lips slyly curling upward at the edges as he took a sip of coffee.

The corner of Klaus’s lips twitched into a half-smile. “Well, yes. But I found what I was looking for, and that’s the important thing.” He gestured to the small leather journal on the coffee table, which he had been reading while Marian sent his appointment results to Norchester.

Marian set his coffee mug down. “Do you mind?” he asked, glancing at the book. Klaus shook his head.

With deft hands that spoke to his profession, Marian picked up the journal and started leafing through the pages. “These sketches are exquisite,” he murmured after a few moments, his eyes wide with wonder. He glanced at Klaus over the book and asked, “How old is this? Do you know?”

“Old.” Klaus crossed his arms over his chest. “The last owner had it for fifty years before he gave it to the East-Atlantic Perfume Association in his will. And this has been in the EAPA for about thirty years.”

Marian closed the journal gingerly and handed it back to Klaus. “Interesting. So how did you come to acquire it?”

“I spoke with the EAPA President about my project after a workshop and he said he, personally, hadn’t heard anything about Mundavi Meum before,” Klaus explained, putting the journal back into his breast pocket. “But together we went and spoke with the medicinal plant expert at the convention, a man named Parsley —“

Marian snorted. “Parsley?”

Klaus nodded, trying to keep a straight face for respect’s sake even though he, too, found humor in the irony of the name. “Yes, Parsley Abernathy. He said he’d only heard of it in legends, but that there might be something I could find about it in this journal.”

Marian raised a perfectly tweezed eyebrow. “And he just gave it to you?”

“Well, no.” He cleared his throat. This was the part of the story that he didn’t like telling. He took a sip of water, then: “I may have used my connections with Buchanan to coerce him to let me borrow it for a while.”

A cheeky grin spread across Marian’s face. Klaus knew there was no reason for him to be ashamed — Marian understood his intentions better than anyone. Yet he still felt a tinge of guilt for using his connections to Buchanan in this way.

Marian, however, only found humor in the situation, which failed to make Klaus feel any better.

“Klaus, you devilish man,” he said. “But the important thing is, have you found anything useful yet?”

He shook his head, grateful that his friend wasn’t lingering on the topic of his methods for obtaining the journal. “Not yet,” he said. “The handwriting is difficult to decipher.”

“Yes, I noticed that.” Marian hummed, setting his mug of coffee down on the table again. “But at least you’ve got your hands on it, right? That’s one step closer.”

Klaus stood from his seat with a sigh, running both hands through his already-unkempt hair. It was still damp from the melting snowflakes. How deeply he longed for winter to pass! He paced toward the office window, looking out at the snow. Despite it being officially Spring, the mounds of white still persevered.

“I worry, though.” Still looking out the window, he mused, almost to himself, “What if the plant doesn’t exist? Or, even worse, what if it does exist, and nothing changes? To have this hope given to me and then taken away would be devastating.”

Marian’s voice remained even. “Then we try something else.” Klaus’s gaze was still fixed on the snow, but his friend went on, “And if that doesn’t work, then we find another thing. And another. We do what we’ve always done.”

Klaus shook his head. “I’m exhausted, Marian.” He pressed his hand against the glass, feeling like he could smash it with the stress of the psychological weight he carried. “I fear that this plan will not succeed, and I fear trying anything else.”

Marian looked at him with sad eyes. “I know, Klaus. I know.”

Silence fell between them. Not uncomfortable, but contemplative. They had been friends for too long to fill every moment with idle talk. Some things were indeed better left unsaid.

Klaus took his hand away from the window. The glass was cool to the touch. He remembered poor Minori shivering inside the Guild before his appointment and hoped she would be sensible enough to take his coat with her on her way home. He didn’t need it for the short walk back to his house.

As if reading his mind, Marian suddenly asked in a much lighter tone, “So, any interesting ladies at the convention?”

Marian’s word stress signaled to Klaus that he was asking a lot more than he was saying. For some reason, Marian frequently worried about Klaus’s romantic life. In fact, it had been Marian who had first suggested several years ago that he take Iris on a date — but, of course, now they knew how that had ended up.

“I suppose there were interesting women there,” Klaus carefully replied. “Not that I interacted with them.”

Marian scowled. “Of course. You go on a trip for a week and come back without any fun stories whatsoever.”

Klaus sat down across from Marian again. “You know me. I never have fun stories.”

Marian waved a hand. “Oh, hardly. Just never any fun stories involving women.”

“What can I say?” He let out a dry chuckle, running a hand through his hair. “I’m a ‘lone wolf.’ I believe that’s the term Iris used in her book, is it not?”

“Hmm.” Marian’s expression changed to one of thoughtfulness. “Don’t conform to labels so easily, darling. I still don’t understand why you don’t just ask Minori to lunch.”

Klaus frowned. Two seasons ago, after a night of far too many drinks, he had let slip to Marian something remarkably sappy about how he liked the way Minori’s eyes were greener on overcast days. He had hoped that Marian would forget what he had said in his usual post-alcohol stupor, but, alas, his friend only ever remembered his embarrassing admissions, not the meaningless ones. Since then, Marian had it in his head that Klaus was somehow suppressing his undying love for the young farmer — which was far from the truth, of course.

Klaus crossed his legs in his chair. “Marian —“

“Oh, don’t look at me with that dour face, Klaus,” Marian said, his tone on the edge of admonishing. “This morning was a test.” He crossed his arms in front of his chest and went on, “I knew you would give Minori your coat as soon as I asked.”

Klaus’s expression remained solemn. “I would’ve done the same for anyone else. Besides, she looked rather pitiful without shoes or proper clothes.”

“Pitiful?” Marian questioned, one eyebrow raised.

“Well,” Klaus backpedaled, his politeness getting the better of him. “Perhaps pitiful is too strong a word.”

“Yes, I was thinking more along the lines of helpless,” Marian said.

Klaus shook his head. “No, no, not helpless. She’s too stubborn to ever be helpless. She just looked…vulnerable. Like the first spring wildflower.”

Marian chortled. He barely attempted to hide the sound behind his mug of coffee.

“Like the first spring wildflower?” he repeated, and Klaus realized his mistake.

“Marian,” he began, his tone grumpy enough to rival Iris’s cat —

“Alright, alright,” Marian said, waving his hands in front of him chest in a show of defense. “I”m just saying. Most men don’t say that a lady looks like the ‘first spring wildflower’ unless he has some sort of feelings for her.”

He huffed. “Perhaps I’m not like most men.”

Marian waved a hand. “Oh, don’t be such a broody teenage boy. Give me a fair reason why you won’t ask her to lunch and I’ll leave you alone.”

“Give me a fair reason why you keep pestering me to and I’ll ask her,” Klaus countered.

A cool smile spread across Marian’s face. “I’m your doctor, darling. Not just for physical health but emotional health, too. And it just so happens that I know that Minori is very smart, and a very good listener. She has a very optimistic worldview. I know she’s much younger, but I believe she could help —“

“Enough, Marian,” Klaus dismissed, his voice rougher than usual.

A terse silence followed. They usually didn’t bicker like this, and Klaus felt a bit of guilt rise up in his chest. Perhaps it was unfair of him to be so harsh — but then again, as his doctor and acting therapist, Marian should have known that he certainly wasn’t ready for a romantic relationship yet.

He took a deep breath.

“After I figure out the Mundavi Meum,” he said, slowly, “perhaps I’ll ask her to lunch. Does that satisfy your hunger for romantic intrigue?”

Marian sighed. “I suppose, for now, that it must.”

Klaus was silent for a moment. His gaze moved to the window again. The wildflowers certainly wouldn’t bloom until the snow melted..

“Regardless of the level of Minori’s philosophical whims — on which I trust your judgment, as always,” he began, “if what you suspect t is true, she’ll be too busy with this New Leaf competition to even entertain a date with yours truly — assuming she would even want one in the first place.”

Marian pursed his lips. “Well, you may have me there, dear.”

Elise’s manor. Mid-morning.

Upon arriving home after the conquest meeting, Elise was surprised to find Nadi watching TV in her parlor.

“Nadi, I had no idea you were fond of cheesy home remodeling shows,” she quipped, taking off her coat and hanging it on the rack. “I would’ve paid the Better Homes Go subscription seasons ago.”

If he was surprised by her arrival, he didn’t show it. His gaze remained glued to the television set as he replied, “I like to watch it for inspiration.”

Elise furrowed her brow. “Inspiration?”

He nodded. “For what not to do in my landscaping.”

She might’ve appreciated the jab, had she not be in such a foul mood. Instead, she sauntered over to the coffee table, grabbed the remote, and turned the TV off.

“That’s very nice,” she said coolly, crossing her arms over her chest. “Why don’t you use your newfound landscaping inspiration to go, I don’t know, landscape?”

Nadi sighed, unperturbed. “There’s still snow on the ground, Elise,” he said. “There’s no land to scape.”

She tried to think of a response but found none. Nadi was granted time “off” whenever there was snow on the ground, as long as he had the landscape designs for spring done. She knew he had finished those designs within the first week of winter, however, so she couldn’t really chew him out for not working. She simply felt uneasy that he was in her parlor; usually he spent his free time at the Inn or doing something around town.

She let out an explosive sigh, deciding to let this spat go. She moved to sit down, but, much to her disdain, Nadi occupied her favorite chair — a large brown recliner that didn’t fit the room’s decor but was terribly nice for dozing — so she chose to sit on a floral-cushioned stool near the window.

She suddenly wished she had left the TV on. The room felt more imposing without the background noise She hardly ever spent time in the parlor, nor did she watch much TV. She preferred reading in her office, or walking through her gardens.

“Why are you here?” she finally asked, knowing he wouldn’t be here without reason.

“I wanted to hear if you got any updates about the whole New Leaf thing,” he replied. “But when I got here your servants said you were at the Guild.” He readjusted in the recliner so that he was facing her. It slightly annoyed her how comfortable he looked. “So, I figured I’d just wait until you got back, and here we are.”

Elise sighed. He wanted information. Of course.

Truth be told, she was still processing the results of the meeting herself. Part of her felt disgusted with the idea of confiding in Nadi, her landscaper, again, but another part of her knew she’d have an easier time processing with another person than she would all by herself.

She looked away from him, instead choosing to focus on the unruly cuticle of her pointer finger. “Normally,” she began, her whole demeanor stiff with the effort of being polite to a servant, “I wouldn’t disclose this information to you, seeing as you are a mere landscape worker.” Her head snapped up again. “Speaking of which, you have no right to put your dirty feet on the coffee table. Remove them.”

A short staring contest ensued. Elise hardened her gaze, challenging him to deny her command. He conceded, moving his feet from the table to the floor.

She gave a curt nod to show her approval and then moved her gaze to her hands once again.

“Given the circumstances of this whole ordeal, however,” she began again, speaking slowly, “and the fact that I do not trust any of my other staff more than I do you — which is not very much, by the way —“

“Okay, Elise, you hate everyone, I get it. Please get to the point.”

She glared at him for a moment, biting her tongue before she said something scathing. Interruptions were already nuisance, but when they came from servants? Unacceptable.

Still, she would let it slide for now — but only because the matter at hand was more important.

“Given the circumstances,” she repeated, her throat tight, “I shall tell you.”

She took her time in brushing a piece of golden hair behind one ear. The cold weather did nothing to help her complexion, but at least it kept her hair from being frizzy. Nadi waited for her to finish, his posture surprisingly patient.

Finally, she took a deep breath. “As it happens,” she said, “the FAS board is at a crossroads. They aren’t sure who would be the better agricultural representative between Minori and myself.” She paused again to pick at her fingernail. Then, she continued, “Thus, they’ve decided that the question will be settled through a competition — a conquest for the root crops field, in this case — between Minori and myself.”

Nadi blinked. “What are the terms?”

“Whoever makes more money on Spring 3 will be the representative,” she said. “It is quite straightforward.”

“Well then you have it in the bag, don’t you?” Nadi asked, his expression calculating. “Just yesterday you said that you make more money than Minori does.”

“On a day-to-day and year-to-year basis, that is true,” she replied. “But Minori stocks materials throughout the year in order to manufacture other goods for the trading countries. Consequently, there’s no telling what lengths she’ll be able to go to win this competition, and, since there’s so much on the line, I doubt she’ll hold anything back. There is a slight chance she could win.” She picked at a piece of dirt under her fingernail. “Slight, but it still exists.”

A short pause. She could see that he was processing this information; she had noticed over the past day that his nose twitched when he was thinking hard about something. A strange habit indeed, and not terribly flattering, either.

“So, do you have a plan?” he asked once he was finished thinking.

Elise was about to go into the finer details, such as the total amount she could manage to ship tomorrow without throwing her farm into an eternal debt, when she was interrupted by a small cough at the doorway.

She looked over her shoulder and saw one of her mousiest maids — Mindy? Molly? Something with an M — standing just outside the parlor.

When the maid didn’t say anything, Elise prompted not at all patiently, “Yes? What is it?”

“There’s someone on the phone for you, Miss,” the girl replied. Her voice was barely a spring breeze. “They say it’s very important. They know your father.”

Elise rolled her eyes. “Everyone says they know my father if they have something ‘very important’ to discuss.” She turned away from the maid to look out the window. “Did he give a name?”

“No, she didn’t. It’s a woman, miss,” the servant said. “She spoke some…French, I think.”

Elise froze mid-breath. It couldn’t be, could it?

Her legs felt shaky as she stood, like she was in the middle of an earthquake. “Excuse me,” she said. The pleasantry was directed at Nadi but she didn’t look at him as she rushed out of the room. “I must take this call.”

The maid scurried out of the way as Elise rounded the corner into the hallway. A rotary phone sat on a small table near the stairs. She knew that her office phone would be more private, but her heart was pounding so fast that she didn’t want to wait any longer.

There were only so many women Elise knew who spoke French, knew her father, and would bother to call her directly rather than go through a servant or her father. Her chest swelled with hope.

She clutched the railing of the stairs with one hand and picked up the phone with the other. Then, after a shaky breath, she spoke: “Hello?”

“Elise, ma petite. So good to hear your voice again.”

Her blood ran cold. The voice did not belong to her mother. In fact, it was almost cruel how much the opposite was true.

“Well?” the voice said. “Speak, child.”

She cleared her throat in an attempt to wrangle some composure. “Madame Dupont,” she said, her throat still constricted. Her voice almost squeaked as she said, “How did you get this number?”

A cold laugh rang through the telephone. “So quick to skip pleasantries, Elise. Years have passed since we last spoke, and already you jump to accusations. I had hoped you might retain at least some of what I taught you. You were never quite as quick as your sister, of course.”

Elise frowned. Oh, how her father would be disappointed, but she simply could not hold her tongue.

“My sincerest apologies, Madame,” she said with ice in her tone, all uncertainty gone in the wake of her bitterness. “Ça va? How are you? I read in Femme Magnifique recently that La Mode Angélique ranked in the bottom ten for this year’s top fashion designs. My condolences.”

There was a pause long enough for Elise to wonder if the connection had been lost, and then she heard Dupont take a breath.

“Watch your tongue, ma petite. Twenty-four and you are still a child, so it seems.”

“Perhaps, but you no longer have any business in telling me to behave otherwise,” she quipped. “Now, to what do I owe the immense pleasure of this call?”

Dupont chuckled dryly again. The sound made Elise’s head ache. She had — blessedly — almost forgotten what her ex-retainer’s laugh sounded like. It was a memory she could have lived her life very happily without.

“I simply thought you would like to know that The Farmer’s Appreciation Society has chosen me to serve as Oak Tree Town’s business mentor.”

Elise’s throat went dry.

She wondered if the ground quaking beneath her feet was real or just her imagination. She half-expected the vase near the front door to topple over and shatter on the cold, hardwood floor.

Her next words came out automatically. Thankfully, she had spent many years learning how to let her brain take over her heart in times of crisis — a trick that Madame Dupont herself could take credit for teaching her.

“This has no bearing on me,” she said, slowly, ever so carefully, “because I have not been chosen as the agricultural representative.”

“Yes, and that is a matter we will discuss when I arrive in Oak Tree Town on the third. I will be staying at your farm until the Revitalization Festival this Fall.”

She exhaled sharply. Her heart was the vase by the front door, and it had just shattered.

She knew better than to protest. It was all she could to do keep her voice steady. “My father arranged this, did he not?” she managed to choke out.

“A refined hostess would never question the circumstances of a humble request for lodging.” A pause, perhaps to taunt her. Then, she continued in an airy voice, “But if that is all that is keeping you from refusing, then yes, your father did indeed arrange this. As I said, we have much to discuss, ma petite.”

Elise’s stomach churned. Oh, did she have some choice words for her father.

“Then I shall graciously offer up my humble home to you,” Elise finally replied, her voice finally regaining some of its sarcastic luster. Blood pounded in her ears. “Though you should be warned that Oak Tree Town has few of the luxuries you are accustomed to.”

“A fair point.” Dupont took an audible breath. “Do try to be civil, ma petite. No need to compromise the New Leaf competition with your typical pettiness. After all, your father arranged this. I’m sure if you treat me poorly, he’ll have something to say about it.”

Elise grit her teeth together. “Of course, Madame. I’ll inform my maids to have a room ready for you by the third. À bientôt, Madame.”

She could feel Madame’s cool smile through the phone. “There’s a good girl. À bientôt, ma petite.”

There was a small click that signaled to Elise that the connection was broken. She stood in silence for a moment, wondering how her life had transitioned so quickly from borderline boring to unimaginably terrible.

She slammed the phone on the receiver. Her knuckles had turned a bony shade of white from grasping the banister so tightly. A sob was building in her throat. She would not cry. She would not cry.

Her brain buzzed with questions. Why would her father do this? Was he disappointed in her performance at the festival the evening prior? Or was there another motive behind this treachery? Years ago, they had made an agreement that she never had to so much as look at her retainer again. Had her father no respect for her wishes?

Of course, she already knew the answer to that question: he never had, and he likely never would. She was but a pawn in his political schemes, and that reality hit her for the umpteenth time in her life like a piano falling on her head from a twenty story building —

“Who was that?”

She had forgotten Nadi was in the parlor.

She didn’t want to respond. She wanted to run to her room and lock herself in with a cup of hot green tea and an agricultural theory book. But if her servants, especially Nadi, picked up on the slightest weakness from their head of house, her mansion and her farm could descend into turmoil — which was exactly the opposite of what she needed if she was going to win the conquest on the third.

So instead of retreating, she straightened her back and dug her feet into the carpet.

Stiff upper lip, as her mother used to say.

“That,” she finally said, loud enough for Nadi to hear from the parlor, “was my childhood…nanny, for lack of better term.” She took another deep breath, but her next words still wobbled a little. “She has been assigned as the business mentor for the competition. She’s arriving in Oak Tree Town on the third, and will stay here for two seasons.”

“The same day as the big conquest? Oh boy.” Nadi popped his head around the doorway. From his expression it seemed like he was about to say something cheeky. When he saw her lack of composure, however, his face fell.

Instead, he said in a soft voice, “Sounds fun.”

Elise’s gaze hardened. “Fun is not a word in her vocabulary — as you’ll soon find out.”

“So you two are pretty similar, then?”

She froze. Her blood boiled.

Stiff upper lip.

“Come,” she said, and her voice did not quake. “There is a great deal to do before she arrives, and you shall help me.”

She expected him to protest. Instead, he shrugged.

“It’s not like I have anything better to do. Lead the way.”

Raeger’s Restaurant. Afternoon.

Raeger’s restaurant technically wasn’t open on the first day of Spring, but he could be persuaded to make special exceptions for his friends. By the time the afternoon rolled around and Minori was finished with her chores, her brain still hadn’t stopped reeling from all of the information she’d been given that morning. That, combined with her growling stomach and a hankering for Raeger’s noodles, was how she ended up sitting at a table in her dear friend’s restaurant when it wasn’t supposed to be open.

Raeger had prepared himself a bowl of noodles, too, and had listened carefully while Minori updated him on everything that was happening with the New Leaf Competition. When she had finally finished, he set his fork down and folded his hands on the table.

“So let me get this straight,” he started. “You might be the representative for this competition, but you have to win a conquest against Elise to be chosen?”

She nodded. “Yep.”

“And it’s going to be a town-wide thing? As in the whole town is technically competing?”

“Yeah.”

“So even if you don’t get to be the — what’s it called? — agricultural representative, thank you, you’ll still be involved in helping the town win?”

She had to think about that one before responding. “Well, yeah, I guess. Just not as directly.”

He leaned back in his chair. “Well, Nor, I don’t know why you’re so stressed about it, then. If you win, you win, and if you don’t, you don’t. I know the money would be nice and the experience would be cool, but you and I both know that the real reason you farm everyday is because you love this town. So if you’re helping us win either way, it can’t be that big of a deal.”

Minori let out such a big sigh that she felt like a folding chair. “Yeah, but —“

“Don’t get me wrong, I understand what you’re feeling,” Raeger said. “I’m just saying it won’t be the end of the world.”

“I know.” She picked up her fork and twirled some noodles around it. “I guess what bothers me so much is just that, though. I do love this town. I love this town more than Elise does. And I know it’s silly and idealistic and very romantic of me, but I want to be the hero, you know?”

Raeger nodded. “I felt that way about the restaurant. I still do. That’s why I’m so stubborn about hiring any extra help. I love this place, and I want to be the one who makes it successful.” He lowered his voice slightly and added, “Not to mention Elise isn’t the nicest person in the world. She would fake it for the cameras, sure, but it would be less fun for the town to work with her than you.”

“You said it, not me.” She set down her fork again. Then, feeling guilty, she amended, “Elise can be nice when she wants to be. I think. Okay, well, she usually isn’t very nice, but she does see reason and she doesn’t hurt her animals, so that’s good enough for me. And, to be fair, she’s finally started doing some of the farm work herself instead of making all of her servants do it.”

“True,” Raeger said.

They sat in silence for a bit, Minori twisting noodles around her fork but not eating them. She had been planning on drafting new designs for one of the parks in the western part of town today, but that would have to wait until after the conquest. She had to focus on how to win the conquest. She had lots of valuable gemstones stocked up from mining, and, while she had been saving them for some important construction projects, shipping them to Silk Country might give her an edge in the contest.

Her attention was suddenly drawn by a tiny flash of gray from across the room. Her eyes shot toward the spot where the kitchen bar met the floor.

“What?” Raeger asked, noticing her sudden change in mood.

She tilted her head to one side. “I thought I saw —“

And as soon as the words left her mouth, she saw it again: a small mouse, scuttling across the kitchen floor.

“Raeger!” She squeaked, pointing toward the kitchen. “A mouse!”

His eyes widened; he turned around to see where she was pointing to and then leapt out of his chair. A large silver mixing bowl sat on a nearby counter. He grabbed it, then started to tip-toe toward the kitchen area.

Minori silently stood from her seat so she could watch. The mouse paused to nibble on a crumb just around the counter of the counter. Raeger snuck up on it with the silver bowl dome-down in his hands. He inched toward the mouse, and —

— and the it scurried away again, just as Raeger lunged for it. His bowl clattered to the ground. He let out a loud curse.

Minori could barely stifle her giggles. “Oh, Raeger,” she said, making her way toward him. “Are you okay?”

He pulled himself up off the ground, dusting off his apron in the process. “Yeah, I’m fine.” In a more hushed tone, he asked, “Do you see the mouse?”

Minori searched the kitchen and dining area, but no mouse was in sight. “No. I think it got away. But it can’t be too far, right?”

She was trying to keep the mood light, but Raeger let out a heavy sigh.

“That isn’t the first mouse I’ve seen.” He picked the mixing bowl up off the ground. “I found one in my room about a week ago. I’m worried I have a family living in the walls.”

Minori leaned against the kitchen counter. “That’s not good. You should have an exterminator check things out.”

Raeger shook his head. “I don’t have the money for that right now.”

Her eyes widened. “What do you mean, you don’t have the money?”

He rubbed his forehead. “Exactly that. I don’t have the money, Nor.”

“What? Really?”

“Yes, Nor, really,” he said, his voice tight in a rare show of irritation.

She wasn’t upset that he was irritated, though. Instead, her heart ached for her friend. He was in financial trouble, and he hadn’t said anything. Typical Raeger.

She rested a hand on his shoulder. “I know you said Winter was pretty slow because it was so cold, but an exterminator is only a few hundred dollars,” Minori said, her tone gentle.

He nodded. “Yeah, but I just…there’s so many other things that need to be done.” He sighed, looking around the restaurant. “This place needs updates. I need new appliances, new everything. Nothing’s been changed since my grandfather opened the restaurant.”

Minori raised an eyebrow. “I thought you said you liked it that way?”

“I do,” he replied earnestly. “I want to keep the decor the same. But I need to make some technical updates.”

“Let me pay for the exterminator then,” Minori suggested. “Please. After this conquest on the third I’ll have a ton of money that I didn’t plan on having, so it wouldn’t be a big deal at all.”

Raeger shook his head, pulling away from her.

“No,” he said. “No way. Besides, calling an exterminator won’t fix the problem, it will just delay things.” He practically collapsed onto one of the bar stools at the counter.

“The fact of the matter is,” he went on, “that even if I get rid of this mouse family, there are holes in the walls and the floors. A new family will move in.” He paused to run a hand through his hair. “I need to find a way to take care of the problem that’s cost-effective — and quiet. If the customers find out I have some mouse problem, you know the rumor mill will blow that out of proportion. And then I’m out of business.”

Minori pursed her lips together. She knew she wouldn’t be able to convince Raeger to let her pay for anything. He was just too prideful — and she understood why.

“What can I do to help, Raeger?” she asked. “You know I’d do anything.”

Raeger put his head in his hands and sighed deeply.

“You know if I had any ideas, I’d tell you,” he said.

She sat down next to him on one of the barstools. “Do Lillie and Maurice know?”

Raeger shook his head vigorously. “No, and they can’t. Don’t tell them, Nor. Please. You know exactly what would happen, and Maurice doesn’t have enough money to fix my problems when he has two daughters and an inn to take care of.”

As much as she hated to admit it, Raeger was right. If Maurice or, Dessie forbid, Lillie found out about his financial troubles, there’d be no way to stop Maurice from lending a hand. And while Minori wanted to help, she knew that it was best if Raeger figure out a way to do things on his own.

“We’ll figure something out. We always do,” she said, squeezing his shoulder again.

#story of seasons #minori #annie #klaus #elise #nadi #raeger #fanfiction #blue lace #lousylarksings

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[Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!] i have ADD also p bad anxiety58: What does your URL mean? mango boba yum59: What three words describe you the most? anti-social goblin witch 60: Do you believe in evolution? i do biology so yes61: What makes you unfollow a blog? they post stuff i dont care abt or triggering content62: What makes you follow a blog? pretty picture63: Favorite kind of person: someone who makes me feel special/loved64: Favorite animal(s): cats, bees, lizards, crows65: Name three of your favorite blogs. idfk tbh66: Favorite emoticon: im not on mobile but the sparkling heart one67: Favorite meme: i dont have a favourite68: What is your MBTI personality type? Infp/intp69: What is your star sign? taurus70: Can your dog roll over on command, if you have a dog? no they cannot71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most? pyjamas72: Post a selfie or two? icbb73: Do you have platform shoes? yes74: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself? i have a double jointed shoulder on one arm75: Can you do a front flip? yes76: Do you like birds? yes chirp 77: Do you like to swim? no lol it sucks i cant breath well when i swim and it freaks me out78: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you? ice skating, i love it, would take up lessons if they were available79: Something you wish didn’t exist: flies80: Some thing you wish did exist: giant domestic cats81: Piercings you have? just simple ear piercings82: Something you really enjoy doing: doing creative things w friends83: Favorite person to talk to: u already know its the council 84: What was your first impression of Tumblr? funny mem85: How many followers do you have? 168 (i had 470 on my old blog)86: Can you run a mile within ten minutes? ye but not always87: Do your socks always match? yes88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely? yeah89: What are your birthstones? idk90: If you were an animal, which one would you be? surprising but id be a fox not a cat91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be? lavenders baby92: A store you hate? bendigo iga, its shit93: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day? 1 otherwise my hands shake94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds? neither tbh95: Do you like to wear camo? ii guess if it looks good96: Winter or summer? summer97: How long can you hold your breath for? a pretty long time actually, once held my breath for 3 minutes underwater98: Least favorite person? my dad99: Someone you look up to: no one100: A store you love? i dont like kpop anymore, but the owners of happytown were always so nice to me so i rlly like that store because of that101: Favorite type of shoes converse102: Where do you live? austrlia103: Are you a vegetarian or vegan? If so, why? im vegetarian, but i eat mostly vegan food, i rlly like animals and dont like the idea of eating them, also eating too many animal products can be unhealthy 104: What is your favorite mineral or gem? opal105: Do you drink milk? ye but not on its own106: Do you like bugs? yes, silly creetures107: Do you like spiders? im scared of them108: Something you get paranoid about? i dont rlly get paranoid much, but i sometimes get rlly paranoid something be watching me109: Can you draw: ye, reblog my art pls @yumeuwu110: Nosiest question you have ever been asked? i cant remember lmao111: A question you hate being asked? i cant think of anything112: Ever been bitten by a spider? nope113: Do you like the sound of waves at the beach? yeah its pretty nice114: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days? both i guess, tho respectfully to their matching seasons115: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now: id cuddle my future gf rn :`)116: Favorite cloud type: .. w… poofy cloud117: What color do you wish the sky was? yellow would be pretty, but not piss yellow cause that`d be weird118: Do you have freckles? yea faint ones119: Favorite thing about a person: their lips, lips pretty120: Fruits or vegetables? veggies121: Something you want to do right now: sit on a warm hill in silence122: Is the ocean or sky prettier? sky123: Sweet or sour foods? im more of a savoury person124: Bright or dim lights? dim, sexy125: Do you believe in a certain magical creature? i mean it aint impossible126: Something you hate about Tumblr: pointless discourse127: Something you love about Tumblr: nice people128: What do you think about the least? idfk129: What would you want written on your tombstone? oh my fuckin god she fuckin dead130: Who would you like to punch in the face right now? no one, but im always ready to punch something131: What is something you love but also hate about yourself? im very very selfless, which is nice but also makes me rlly sad sometimes132: Do you smile with your teeth showing for pictures? nah133: Computer or TV? computer134: Do you like roller coasters? hell yeah, they fun135: Do you get motion sickness or seasickness? i get motion sickness136: Are your ears lobed or attached? lobed137: Do you believe in karma? i guess138: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are? probably a 7, like im p cute139: What nicknames do you have/have had? uhhh anepeace (die mr flanagan that nickname is so ugly)140: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends? no, not that desperate yet (no offence to those who do have them im sure ur lovely)141: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink? yeah i see a psychologist monthly and also psychiatrist 142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others? id like to say good143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help? recieving144: What makes you angry? assholes145: How many languages do you speak fluently? 1146: Do you prefer boys, girls, and/or non-binaries? girls ;3147: Are you androgynous? nah148: Favorite physical thing about yourself: i have nice shoulders149: Favorite thing about your personality: i try to be considerate of others 150: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person. idk151: If you could go back into time and live in one era, which would you choose? honestly fine w this one152: Do you like BuzzFeed? some things153: How did you meet your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? [If you have one.] dont have one :((154: Do you like to kiss others’ foreheads or hands for platonic reasons? nah155: Do you like to play with others’ hair? yea, prefer people playing w my hair tho156: What embarrasses you? anything that puts me at the centre of attention among strangers157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious: loud noises158: Biggest lie you have ever told: i dont rlly tell lies so notin159: How many people are you following? i cbb to check160: How many posts do you have on your blog(s)? 7000+161: How many drafts do you have on your blog(s)? 1162: How many likes do you have on your blog(s)? idfk163: Last time you cried and why: i cried cause i saw a floofy cat164: Do you have long or short hair? short hair165: Longest your hair has ever been: hip length166: Why do you like, dislike, or have neutral feelings about religon? most religious views ive heard make no sense when compared to science so i dont rlly believe it167: Do you really care how the universe and world was created? nah168: Do you like to wear makeup? sometimes169: Can you stand on your hands or head for more than thirty seconds? no im weak170: Did you answer the questions you were asked truthfully? ye

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