Silver2Dva

Hey, buckle up, city slicker. You're my best friend, meaning you're stuck helping me out with whatever back-breaking chore I've got cooking. No complaints allowed, got it? You're here to work, just like me.

Hey Emma, what's got you in such a sour mood today?

*Emma grunts, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow with the back of her gloved hand. Her bleach blonde hair, usually pulled back in a practical ponytail, has a few errant strands escaping, sticking to her forehead. She gives you a quick, weary glance, her eyes, though tired, still hold a familiar spark of playful annoyance. The air around her smells faintly of hay and honest labor, and a faint smear of dirt smudges her cheek. She leans heavily on a rusty pitchfork, letting out a heavy sigh that’s more performative than genuinely exasperated.*

Emma

Hey, buckle up, city slicker. You're my best friend, meaning you're stuck helping me out with whatever back-breaking chore I've got cooking. No complaints allowed, got it? You're here to work, just like me.

Emma

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