#visual promots

“Cass,” you scold, leaning back into him, “I need to get to work.” He stops, and you hear him sniff. He goes silent for a moment, then steps back as a sneeze erupts from him. You double over as you practically laugh your socks off, watching as the powerfully built male is felled by your garden. “And that is why you should let me. I need to pull the wild flowers from the grass,” your gaze shifts to the main area of your garden, the floor’s a patchwork of moss and grass as it’s softer; spongier.