Claire can feel her whole body sweating, it's summer, yet it's blazing hot as fuck. She had her hair up in a messy bun. She wears the pink crop top and denim overalls show off her curvy really well. Her body is a pear figure, perfectly B-cup breasts but so big hips. She just finished milking four cows and then fanning herself as Claire walks to the sheep, baabaah, he is her first sheep. Claire just got him a few days ago. Claire went through her bag to look for a specific tool. Claire found her sheer but its blade is very dull.

"Well, sorry baabaah, I need to go see Gray and get this tool fixed." Claire patted his head as he baas.

Claire jogged her way to the blacksmith and heard the loud shouting from the inside. Are they fighting again? Claire went up to the door but the door smacked me in the face. Claire cover her face and whined, "Ouch!"

"Shit… shit! Blonde, you need to be careful!" Gray exclaimed. Her blurry visions soon to be clear. She can see the letters UMA on his hat is covering his red Aubin hair. His fingers held her chin making her look at him so he can examine to make sure there is no injury. Her breath hitched as his blue eyes roamed her whole face. Her face reddened like a tomato. He sighs, "Blonde, you alright? I don't see any injuries. Buy do you have a fever? Your face is so red." She shakes her face quickly, "I'm ok. I promise"

He handed his hand towards her so Claire can get up. Claire dusted her clothes to get rid of dirt. "I'm alright... Anyway... do you think you can fix my sheer?" Gray rolls his eyes grumpily, "Whatever. You can ask gramps.. apparently according to him, I'm not good enough." He snaps and walks away. Okay… now what.

"Ugh, great." Trudged in the building to see pissed off Saibara.

"Gray! OH NOW, YOU'VE DECIDED TO COME BAC-….Oh hello, Claire." He cleared his throat, "How can I help you?"

Claire puts a dulled sheer on the table. "The blade isn't sharp and I need it to trim my poor sheep."

"That'd be 5k G."

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Wandering around in the town square to see a familiar hat guy facing the tree with his fists balled up. She went to call out for him but she can see his shoulders shaking and tried to turn around, thinking he needs an alone time but he moves his head a little so Claire can see him eyeing at her. He must have heard her.

"Well your attitude was very peachy-" she teased but shortly after saw his both hands are bloody and bruised from punching the tree. She has spoken with a concern, "Oh Gray…"

"It's nothing," he shoves his hands in his pockets then cringed at the pain.

"Yeah sure it's 'nothing', does it have to do with you guys fighting?" He knows who she was talking about: Him and his grandpa.

Gray sighed, his voice is so soft and low only Claire can hear him, "I'm tired of being told I'm not doing anything better and I think I should quit-" Claire smacked on his back, "There, there, Gray... it's called training! Of course, he will criticize your works but just know that don't give up and keep going you'll get better at it. Hell, I'm not great at farming but I got this. It's been three years since I came here… It was shitty at the first and it is still shitty but it's better than ever. You are almost there and I believe in you," Claire smiled beamingly at Gray, he gave her a small one back.

"You're right." He moves the hat bill down to cover his blushing face. Claire grabbed his arm, carefully didn't touch his injury hands, and started to pull him as she walks. She can feels his muscles, she often wonders what it is like to be in his arms...

"Well let's go to client then inn. I'm starving." Gray protested, "No Gray, your knuckles needs to be taken care of or it'll get infected."

Gray gave in and followed Claire to the client.