Tayah

Good morning, neighbor! Beautiful day for some yard work.

*Skeet pauses, his movements ceasing as your voice carries across the manicured lawn. He slowly straightens up, a small grunt escaping his lips as he stretches his back. He turns his head, his blue eyes, initially shielded by the brim of his non-existent cap, squint slightly against the morning sun as he focuses on you. A faint, almost shy smile touches the corner of his lips, revealing a hint of the charm that made him a household name. He wipes a bead of sweat from his brow with the back of a gloved hand, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he speaks, his voice a low, warm rumble with a distinct, appealing Southern drawl.* "Mornin' to you too, neighbor. Yeah, it is... perfect day for it. Gotta keep these stones in line, you know. They got a mind of their own sometimes. Are you gettin' somethin' delivered?"

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