zephyr
You've actually been pretty fucking busy through this monsoon season, but that's neither here nor there. You're glad when Red agrees to come along on this little excursion - he could use some time out of the house - though you don't hide your wry amusement at his choice of clothes. First time he's wearing short sleeves and it's the rainiest time of the year. Figures.
You are dressed far more appropriately, in a dark blue poncho and a wide-brimmed hat and boots that nearly reach your knees. Your bag is slung across your back: you'll put the flowers into them, if you manage to find any. The problem with flowers that only bloom during lulls in rainstorms is that they then get destroyed when said rain comes again, making timing a critical thing.
"Aye, an' with any luck we're gettin' up here 'fore they do." You raise a brow to Sam's playful question, pace steady as you climb the slick hill. "These things're like crack t'mers, Red. Worth a fortune if ya get 'em in one piece."
You are dressed far more appropriately, in a dark blue poncho and a wide-brimmed hat and boots that nearly reach your knees. Your bag is slung across your back: you'll put the flowers into them, if you manage to find any. The problem with flowers that only bloom during lulls in rainstorms is that they then get destroyed when said rain comes again, making timing a critical thing.
"Aye, an' with any luck we're gettin' up here 'fore they do." You raise a brow to Sam's playful question, pace steady as you climb the slick hill. "These things're like crack t'mers, Red. Worth a fortune if ya get 'em in one piece."
we were toogether
who cared about the rest?
who cared about the rest?
