Why was he blushing? Why was a warmth spreading through his chest? George cleared his throat awkwardly and pulled his hands away. He sat back down next to Bailey, confusion lining his expression. “Sorry.”
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Bailey peered over at him, "Good scalp massage." He smiled good naturedly.
If George had been holding onto anything other than his dignity, he definitely would have dropped it in shock and embarrassment. “O-Oh. Uh. You’re welcome?”
Bailey just nodded, nothing more. He offered him a cherry.
George took it, his fingers brushing against Bailey's.
"What month do the cherry trees start to flower?" Bailey asked George.
"Around March or April," he replied, popping the fruit into his mouth.
"I'd like to learn how to farm," Bailey spoke. "I can hunt, so I've got that down," he smiled. "Do you?"
The rare smile kindled a tiny flame in his breast. "I can farm, but not hunt."
"I can teach you. It's a life saving skill," Bailey spoke, "And we don't have to wait for summertime,"
George stared down at his hands, remembering the last time he had shot and killed an animal. Why must I be so weak?
"Sounds good, then."
"I only hunt the bucks, though." Bailey murmured. "Can't.. it feels wrong to hurt the does."
He gave a small nod, pleasantly surprised by this sudden gentleness.
Bailey was fiddling with his hands, "I use every part, too. I don't like to waste. It's.. disrespectful,"
"It is…" George inhaled deeply, remembering.
Bailey looked at George for his response. He wasn't very good at.. picking up other's emotions, unless it was rage.
"Sorry.." he murmured, blinking rapidly. "But yes, I agree."
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"Jane, I have to," John laughed, but let himself fall back down.
She hugged him tightly against her. "I will never let you leave…" she murmured. There was a laugh behind her words.
"I suppose I have no qualms with that," John replied lovingly.
"Sorry.." he murmured, blinking rapidly. "But yes, I agree."
"Would you like to sometime, this week? Hunt?"
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"Boey might," she giggled, pecking her lover's lips.
"Sorry.." he murmured, blinking rapidly. "But yes, I agree."
"Would you like to sometime, this week? Hunt?"
No. "Yes." Definitely not. "Absolutely. I can teach you to farm in the springtime, if you'd like me to."
He dipped his head appreciatively, and pat George's hand.
"Boey might," she giggled, pecking her lover's lips.
"Undoubtedly.." he purred.
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"Boey might," she giggled, pecking her lover's lips.
"Undoubtedly.." he purred.
She grinned. "Must you go…?"
He dipped his head appreciatively, and pat George's hand.
George’s heart skipped a beat, which only served to confuse him further. “Right. Anyways, when are you planning on sleeping?”
"Round.. ten, hopefully. Good 'nuff." He replied, his verbal tic slipping in.
"Boey might," she giggled, pecking her lover's lips.
"Undoubtedly.." he purred.
She grinned. "Must you go…?"
"I must," John replied with a spice of theatrical drama.
"Round.. ten, hopefully. Good 'nuff." He replied, his verbal tic slipping in.
George smiled at that. “Alright.”
I hope he likes the gift I have for him…
He popped a cherry into his mouth, "Maybe earlier if I get bored,"