Their own flirtatious way of teasing the farmer for the bachelors?
• Harvey loves to poke fun whenever you come in to visit on your own time, usually with a cup of coffee in hand instead of a hole in your stomach
- “Oh thank goodness, for a second I was worried I’d have to get the gruney again,” His words were always accompanied with a shy smile and his glasses being pushed up the bridge of his nose again
- “My guardian angel,” he dazed, taking the coffee and sipping sweetly and the bitter liquid, perfectly content with drinking the beverage and asking how your day was
• “I’m flattered, but aren’t you a farmer or is talking up the townsfolk a new job I don’t know about,”
- his frown lightened when he watched you bristle and deny that flirting with him was all you do, even going as far to point out the dirty on your pants
• He always ruffeled your hair and nodded, agreeing that yes, you were very busy doing farmer things everyday and he should be grateful
• “Are you sure you’ll be able to catch this one with your hands, and not your face this time?” That was nearly two months ago and he still hadn’t let it go
- “Hey!” You started, pouting and puffing our your cheeks. You were about to insist you were very good at athletic things and ball stuff when he opened his mouth, cocky grin plastered all over his face
- “I just don’t want to hurt your pretty face,”
• “Woah, do you just stand there for hours,” Sebastian asked, cocking an eyebrow up and standing to the side so you can walk into his room
- “No!” You always denied too loudly, taking your place on his bed sputtering excuse after another that left Sebastian amused and smirking
• “It’s okay, if it were me, I’d wait hours to talk to you too,” that shut you up instantly
• “Oh, my dearest,” Elliot cringed, looking at you with a polite but confused smile. You looked at him back, black ink staining your hands and smudges on your face
• “Perhaps,” he started, gently taking the ink pen from your hand and kissing your cheek, “you should stick with farming,”
- with that, he licked his thumb and cleaned off a black smudge on your cheek which an admiring gaze
• “Aren’t you a farmer?” Sam laughed, looking at the dead flower wilting by the side of your flower pot depressingly
- lightly you smacked his shoulder and walked over to tend to your dead plant, feeling bemused - farming was your profession after all
• “It’s okay, I still think it’s beautiful,” Sam said, wrapping his arms around your front and pulling you into a hug