I. The weekend squire just came out to mow his lawn
John's 'home for the summer' which means that guess who gets to do all the lawn work?
Him. Of course him.
Arthur had talked him through the beginning of it, or rather, the theoreticals of it. The both of them had had a pretty horrifying scare when the damn lawnmower had roared to life when John hadn't expected it, leading to a bit of a jump and a few feet of veering on its own before John had caught up and grabbed the handle but now he's got it.
And he really wishes he didn't because the fucking lawn will not stay cut.
He'd been hoping that he might be able to go around the neighborhood, make money, cut people's lawns as a thing to have some independent funds but the two lawns he was responsible for kept growing so he kept having to go back.
If you see a blond moppet snarl into the bend of his own elbow and pretend he's 'sneezing', it's because he's using language that is not horror commune approved.
II. Tropical drink melting in your hand
...this 'kids have different food and drink thing' is bullshit. John's curious.
It's not even that he wants alcohol to want alcohol. It's just that he's tried the non-alcoholic punch and now that he has taste buds, he wants to try and alcoholic version to see what's different.
He is a fan of the tiny umbrellas. He picked out a yellow one.
But feel free to catch him (or help him) try the booze.
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Him. Of course him.
Arthur had talked him through the beginning of it, or rather, the theoreticals of it. The both of them had had a pretty horrifying scare when the damn lawnmower had roared to life when John hadn't expected it, leading to a bit of a jump and a few feet of veering on its own before John had caught up and grabbed the handle but now he's got it.
And he really wishes he didn't because the fucking lawn will not stay cut.
He'd been hoping that he might be able to go around the neighborhood, make money, cut people's lawns as a thing to have some independent funds but the two lawns he was responsible for kept growing so he kept having to go back.
If you see a blond moppet snarl into the bend of his own elbow and pretend he's 'sneezing', it's because he's using language that is not horror commune approved.
It's not even that he wants alcohol to want alcohol. It's just that he's tried the non-alcoholic punch and now that he has taste buds, he wants to try and alcoholic version to see what's different.
He is a fan of the tiny umbrellas. He picked out a yellow one.
But feel free to catch him (or help him) try the booze.