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When it came to favors, Keme could not repay all of what the farm owed to Wyatt in one go. The vet called on him for so few favors as it was. The moment he had gotten the text, Keme jumped at the chance to pay a good deed forward. The other half of the afternoon he had taken off for some sleep anyway. An hour giving a tour to some adults couldn’t have been too painful to get through.
For kids and adults alike, he always started at the stables. Horses, ducks, crops, chicken, sheep and goats; letting people pet and safely chase before rounding back around to spend time with the majesty that was a horse for a final time. And the general populous loved that. Enough so that Lillium didn't mind carving time for Keme to play tour guide. Of course the only complaints would come from Vanilla’s group of annoying characters.
Character.
Tours were always conducted on sunnier days so the guests knew what weather to expect. And even though the trio had dressed accordingly, that did not prevent the first complaint to slip right out of Kaz's mouth.
Vanilla and Barry had teased at the whine regarding heels getting dirty so nothing had to be specifically addressed right then. Keme kept his irritation in check, writing off a little public shame as enough to shut the imp up. And maybe that was too hopeful to start the day on.
Within the hour, Iris the mare had bit at Kaz for not paying attention to which way he was brushing her. Shortly after, Mango the mother duck squawked at him for nearly stomping out one of her ducklings. Later it was crossing through the sunflower field and was filled with the wailing over spiders and other bugs. And those were the most egregious of the grating moments. Nothing happened when visiting the hen’s coop, giving Keme a short reprieve before the second to last stop.
All the goats and sheep were penned together, but the animals schooled themselves into separate groups. That changed the moment Keme had reached the gate with his party. They began bleating and trying to nose their way through the bars of the gate. All for a grassy snack.
Keme insisted that they step back from the gate, but the conglomerate of animals seemed to be a great photo opportunity for the group. That annoyance was set aside when it was time for light feeding.
He’d given Kaz and the others some roughage to hold— and of course he complained about that.
“Weeds?”
“Sweet Grass is a favorite. They might–”
“Obviously, bird-brain. Farm animals eat grass.” Not only were the words condescending, his flagrant waving of the food noticeably riled up the animals further. “Duh. Move on.”
Fine. Okay.
Vanilla stepped in to apologize, to correct Kaz, but it was too late. A shrug proved to be the most effective response. That, and flipping the gate latch loose.
A horde of baaahs and bleats surged after the demon the second the gate was loose. A few stragglers cantered to both Barry and Vanilla. But for the most part, all eyes were on Kaz.
Maybe that freaked the imp out— Keme would never really know. What he did know was that Kaz ran, and that made them run. The omega stumbled through the grassy field in heels, foreign flying from his lips as sheep and goats nipped at his booty shorts for their sweet snack.
“Keme?” That was Barry's voice coated in worry. “Should we help him?”
Ugh.
With great reluctance, the farmhand assumed his role and took responsibility for the exercised demon. He jogged out to scoop Kaz up, allowing the smaller omega to scramble to a comfortable perch on his hip like a child. Humor curled his lips as he retrieved the hay-like grain from Kaz's grasp and tossed it into the wooly crowd that gathered at his thighs. The refocus was almost immediate for the animals, allowing for Keme to complete his rescue mission without too much fuss.
“You–!!” Kaz sounded so frazzled, even wagging an accusatory finger in Keme's face. “You sent them after me on purpose!”
Keme signed with his free hand. “I warned you.”
“Well, it was a shit warning.”
“Just admit you are shit at listening.”
That had earned the most childish pouting. Arms folded, head turned; a speechless, upset Kaz was far cuter than when the pretentious asshole that spent a quarter of the day fussing. Cuter than when he chose to lob insults whenever they crossed paths.
Keme kissed a puffed up cheek.
There wasn't a good excuse for why Keme did it. Nor would he bother to come up with one. The shock that gets plastered on Kaz's face is to die for, though. Wide eye confusion.
Keme follows it up. “This isn't what they mean by riding a cowboy.”
That earned the bigger reaction of being pushed away. Foreign curses flew at Keme from what seemed in all directions. Eventually, it led to the bird folding to him, helping the pissy Kaz steadily land on his heels.
“I'd rather choke on a knot.”
“Maybe if you are good for the rest of the tour, I'll give you something to choke on.”
That may have been a bit too much. Blood rushed to Kaz’s face as he hurled another curse then stormed off to reunite with his friends. This time Keme didn’t dare push it further. The teasing from the other two was far more satisfying to listen to for the rest of the tour.