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The farmer had been wandering around the caves. He was just pacing around thinking, and he started to think about his family. He missed them a lot, and he began to grow distressed, but then he felt curved, cold metal pulling him in. It was drought pulling him in with his scythe. Drought had always been a little clingy and possessive, never leaving the farmer alone for more than a couple of hours. The farmer could understand why, considering Jack or Zardy could get to him.
"Are you alright, rabbit? You look distressed." Drought said. He always noticed when his dear rabbit was in distress.
The farmer shook his head. He wasn't one for talking. He never was.
Drought lifted one of his hands to caress the farmers face. "And why is that, dear rabbit? I know you aren't one for talking, but do you mind telling me what the matter is?"
The farmer shook his head, not wanting to speak. He usually communicates. Nonverbally with drought, he only speaks when he wants to tell drought he loves him or if it's important.
"Okay, rabbit. If you don't want to speak, that is fine. Would you like to be held?"
The farmer nods.
drought puts down his scythe and sits down. Making the farmer sit down too, he pulls the farmer onto his lap. He leans his precious rabbit against his chest before reaching a hand up to stroke his long, blonde hair.
"I love you, my gorgeous little rabbit." Drought says before pressing his mouth against the farmers temple because that's the closest thing to a kiss he can get.
The farmer mutters out a quiet "I love you too..."
Drought gives a smile under his mask of bandages at the sound of his lovers voice. Rarely getting to hear it. "You have the most adorable voice, my beautiful rabbit."
"Shut up..."
And then the farmer fell asleep in droughts arms, and drought followed suit, despite not needing to sleep, it was a cozy night.