#how he hates how his rose lives in a filthy grimy city and not in his garden

[amarantoestrella]

Farmer Draken! My beloved! Sitting down the street in his cherry red pickup watching ya get dressed through your wide open window. He chews his frustration away on a blade of grass. Do you not know blinds exist? Don’t you realize that you live in this big ole nasty city? Just about anyone and everyone passing by could see what Ken’s already deemed to be for his eyes only.