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12.03.2021
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Bestiesforever[OP]
12.03.2021 18:45
Linkyou had just moved into a small town. everyone in town square, shops, and even the little kids were talking about a lemon boy. they say he survived a deadly disease some how. but had gotten bitter, the kids always said it wasn't true that he gotten bitter. besides a group of delinquents. they said they always mess up his garden or let out his chickens into the forest. they said that he was as bitter as a lemon to them. hence the name lemon boy. with all this information, what would you do? help the delinquents in their next attack? or go visit this lemon boy. or maybe something else.
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm do i wanna use an asshole oc or do i want to be kind to the precious bean
Pyro was annoyed with rumors, he decided he would just find out for himself, she went went to the place lemon boy was said to be
There was indeed a cottage, it had everything a person needed to be secluded from the world. it had a garden and a chicken coop. a nice, short picket fence surrounding it. and in the open window, was a pie. being laid out to cool down before being eaten. there was humming coming from the garden.
Pyro looked around, he was rather intrigued by this, he looked around at everything in awe thinking it was rather cute, he began to think the rumors were at least half true
in the garden was a man, around 5'7, picking apples off a tree. he had lemon hair. and wolf ears. his eyes were a pastel green that shined against the sunlight. he was wearing a nice flannel and jeans. he did have scars though, strange ones. one on his neck looked like a flower almost. and his mouth had slight scratches here and there.
When Pyro noticed the man, he become confused, he didnt look like a bitter man at all, he looked sweet if anything, but.. then again, cant judge a book by its cover
the man looked over, sighing. "came to kill my plants or let out my chickens?" his tone was bitter. but he just simply stared at an apple. before placing it into the basket he had next to him.
"and why on earth would i do that?" his tone was emotionless and his stare was blank "do people really do that?"
he looked over, his stern eyes softened. he simply nodded, sighing. "ya, those teenagers are a handful." he laughed. he winced a little standing up.
Pyro being 6'8, and burned he looked like a rather intimidating man "yeah, i bet"
He smiled, walking over to a carrot patch. "so why are you here, eh?" he got down on his knees. checking on them to make sure that they were growing strong.
sorry needed help with math am back-))
"i heard alot of rumors that i was tired of hearing, wanted to see if they were true, never been more happy to be right about them being wrong"
sorry, i dont have a ref)
Ceit was honestly sick of the constant rumors, she'd find out for herself if he was bitter. She was about 19, though was short, barely 5'0. She pulled her fiery red hair as she walked into the forest, ignoring the scratches she got from various plants.
in a clearing, stood a small cottage. it had a garden and a chicken coop. even a small picket fence. and in the window was a pie that had been laid out to cool. there was humming coming from inside the garden, which had everything from fruit trees to vegetables to even flowers.
She looked at the cottage, honestly, it seemed amazing. She loved nature and always wanted to live in a small cottage in the middle of a forest, though college forced her into a dorm. She exhaled, letting out a breath she wasn't even aware she was holding. "Hello?"
there was a little bit of rustling. before a voice came from the garden. "over here!" there was the sound of a basket being set down.
She walked over, adjusting a striped black and pale yellow scarf, which she wore no matter how hot it was. "Hello, sir," Ceit began, she had a mix between a Scottish accent and a British accent. "Pardon my intrusion, I'm Ceit Holmes, you?"
the man was a blonde, wolf ears and tail. his green eyes were soft, and he looked nothing like a bitter man. he did have strange scars. but he just simply chuckled and held out an apple. "the name's Angus, but the town calls me lemon boy."
"I've heard, Angus." She did wonder how such a kindly seeming man was called lemon boy. "Well, I was actually wondering why the town called you lemon boy, after all, you seem so friendly. She gave a gentle smile.
he paused, before smiling. "well, i dunno really. surely i get mean with the teenagers that come by and wreck the place. but other than that. i guess i do come off as bitter when it comes to angry people" he grumbled at the thought of the teenagers.
"Well, teens are quite troublesome," she replied. "And doesn't anyone come off bitter to those angry themselves?"
he laughed. "yeah, used to have a teenager myself. she used to come by everyday, help me with the chickens and picking the fresh apples." he sighed. staring at his scared up hands, before going over and started picking some raspberries.
me casually wanting to listen to the lemon boy song but my phones also charging)
"I had a teenage brother a few years back," she twisted a black ring which had a ruby as bright as her hair held inside it, "we'd constantly get into trouble." Honestly, though the memories were painful sometimes, she wanted to talk about- about him. At least sometimes. "Also, used to? Did she grow or leave or...?" She hoped the last part was implied.
he smiled. "she went off to college. she sends me letters. she used to be bitter, but, as she came to visit and help. she was kind." he smiled, looking up at a bird house in a tree. it was pastel pink, lemon patterned.
She glanced up at the bird house as well, it catching her eye. "So, how long have you lived here?"
he chuckled. "ever sense my old man died, really. so I'd say... 10 years?" he laughed at himself. though he didn't seem lonely.
"Huh," she gave a warm smile, "so, you live here alone, I'm assuming?"
he nodded. "just me, and my chickens. I don't mind it really. no one judges me here. and I make a living by selling my harvest." he chuckled.
"Being alone is nice." It was a short answer that spoke for itself, she was used to being around people, though she hated it.