Thread: â« HM:MM - LUCKY ~ âª | Misanthropiclove

Ian had finished his work a bit early in the day so he decided to throw the rather small tools into the bag and threw it into the house. It wasnt like he was afraid to damage anything in the old and worn down shack, so he ignored the clank that it made hitting the wooden floor. After a few moments of just leaning against the side of the house, he sighed and figured that with the few dollars he had in his pocket, it would be best to go out and get something to eat or drink. No point in starving himself the first day, after all. However, just as he was about to move towards the nearest tavern or caf, he paused at the sight of a stranger coming towards him. Alright, so they were all strangers to the new farmer, but this one had midnight black hair, with vibrant blue eyes. He was tall. Six feet if Ian could measure height well, as Ian wasnt as tall. For a moment, the farmer almost had a superiority or masculinity complex, but that was brief and passed quickly. The brunette was at least five feet ten inches, so he wasnt that much shorter. Much taller than most people in the town, but not the tallest it appeared. Uhhey, Im-. but he was interrupted by a stomachs growl, making him chuckle and rub at his stomach. Of course he hadnt ate all day, as he had worked, but this guy was nice enough to invite him to lunch. Should he take it? Ian didnt know, but he decided to go for it and shrugged. What was the harm in having lunch with someone, especially in such a nice town with such nice people? The brunette led the other male to the nearest caf, realizing that this wasnt a townsfolk, but a stranger to the town, since he didnt know where anything was. My names Ian, by the way. I just moved here myself. He began, speaking to Sam as if they were good friends. They had both apparently been part of the city life, but after a good while, the streets and busy life dulled them. For Ian, it had been the boring lifestyle of office work, while he had the lingering want to fulfill what his grandfather had told him to set out to do. As they spoke though, he noted that Sam was very popular with the ladies something that he wasnt so great at. He smiled at the waitress briefly, and while she was nice to him, she was almost attached to the dark haired male before him. That didnt hinder their conversations though, as they continued to speak about what went on in daily life and why they had left the city. The meal was rather pleasant to eat with someone there as well, so he finished his in light of the situation and gratefully accepted the to-go box of breakfast. Where will you be staying? Im sure the inns here are expensive, so-. but before he was able to finish branching out his offer of slumming in his deadbeat house, a strange popping sound sprinkled together a little person before him. A Harvest Sprite of his dreams had appeared, crying out Lucky! and giving him the small orb with a music note in it. Just holding the orb seemed to feel like this was surreal, as he gazed down at it and the sprite went back to wherever it came from. Umnot really. he said in response, peering down at the small orb and reading on bottom that this was the friendship note. Raising an eyebrow, he glanced over at Sam and smiled weakly. Im totally not some crazy person he said weakly, still holding his offer to the other male.