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As the bus starts slowing down, Ororon gathers his stuff and slowly stands up. It's a bit difficult, considering he's holding about half of all his possessions. That's what you get for not planning how you'll be transporting your stuff, he supposes. Walking down the isle of seats, he reaches the door and steps out.
Taking in a deep breath, he immediately gets hit by the smell of hay, farm animals and everything that comes with (the pungent smell of shit, but dont let granny catch you saying that).
Looking over the property, it seems not much has changed. There's the small house in front, with it's overgrown garden filled with small, purple, blue and pink flowers. A statue of two sheep peacefully grazing stands in the midst of all the chaos. Once a pristine white, now a weird grey-ish color with green splotches and dark smears at their hooves, yet still as beloved as they once were.
Behind the house, the rest of the farm stretches out, a fairly big shed the most noticeable at first glance, standing at the right side of the house. Muffled sounds of sheep can be heard coming from inside, echoing over the rest of the farm. An open door connects the shed to a big patch of grassy land filled with fluffy sheep, surrounded by a wood and metal fence.
Diagonally from the big shed is a small stable, housing 2 horses called Itzpapa and Citlalin. (after calling them that, Ororon was not allowed to name any other animals. Archons know what he'd come up with) inside are a small tack room, a horse-shower and 2 box stalls.
Directly behind the house a stands a small greenhouse. Next to it stands an even smaller shed, filled with animal feed, in front of it haybales covered in black plastic. The man has fond memories of climbing on them (and falling off of them) as a small child, granny not so much.
Its been a while since he was here. Guess that's what happens when you get sent to a private school on the other side of the continent, then set your sights on going to college there. And definetly when you decide to major in something that's quite difficult to make money with, so you then decide to get a teaching license, but then you realise you also kind of have to make money while doing all of that at once, so you just end up overworking yourself. But hey, it was worth it! He made more friends than he ever has before, and now was able to also score a job in his home town (more like city, but thats just a little detail). Honestly, he wouldn't even be here if he checked when he could get the keys to the new appartement, but he supposed it's not a bad idea to spend some time with his grandmother.
As the raven haired man slowly makes his way to the house, a loud, indignant scream rings out over the property. Spooked, he trips and falls over his own feet, taking all of his bags down with him.
"OROROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON! HOW DARE YOU NOT INFORM YOUR POOR OLD GRANDMOTHER OF YOUR ARRIVAL!!!"
Oh. He knows that voice, and he also knows not to try and fight back when he sees her stomping over.
Hauling him up, Citlali begins to berate the young man about how "You could have told me you were coming today so i could've asked someone to pick you up, but nooooo, of course you decide to just show up unannounced!" And, "Look at you, all dirty! Still tripping over your own feet i see! Serves you well, should've listened to your grandmother".
He could only nod his head and look like a kicked puppy as the woman, Citlali, went off on one of her tangents. A few minutes later the two can be seen hugging, but thats neither here nor there.
After the two haul all the stuff of the ground into the house, they settle on the couch in front of the hearth. The living room is small, but cozy, filled to the brim with old furniture, blankets, plants, and granny's "supernatural" trinkets.
A kind of awkward silence settles over the room, one that always occurs when you've been away for a long time, but not long enough to make the person you're with a complete stranger. Ororon clears his throat, and decides to be the person to initiate a conversation.
"So... granny, how have uh... things been on the farm?"
"Well enough, there's been something strange going on with a few sheep, but nothing out of the ordinary. Might call the vet if it keeps going. But none of that small talk here! Now, tell your grandmother all about what you've been up to!"
As the night progresses, and the man talks of his studies at the other side of the country, the tension slowly melts away, giving place to the warm feeling of familiarity.