He was not a farmer and had even scorned the few farmers before Angela and Molly. The ground would ruin his clothes and the animals, his dignity. So when he fell for the farmer, replacement farmer really, he was at a loss. The soil was soft, animals kind, water fresh, and the wind sweet. No he'd never be a farmer, he didn't have the magic touch, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy the land like one. Especially when he could enjoy it with the farmer herself, who did indeed have the magic touch. No, farmers weren't bad at all.
D'awww, also all that shit only happened because of the bells but *sideways glance* we won't worry 'bout that. Fun fact: I forced Gill to do chores every day in-game and I always made him fish because I never had time in-game to do it (I was however the foraging queen) so in order to boost that portion of my farm he was always fishing for me. What a good husband 3
Also if it wasn't already obvious this is a drabble fic so you decide where it stands! Yay for you! Making decisions like an adult :D (whispers: run while you still have the chance- stay a child for as long as possible. Adulthood isn't all that it's chalked up to be).
Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon
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