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Chapter 8: No Focks were given


Stretching a little bit, I paused to admire the little work accomplished at the fields in the last few hours.

Two weeks had gone by since what happened in that barn and I was still unsure how to take that whole scene. Sure, I spent a lot of my free time about it, trying to understand if this was really a one night stand as Mora had said, or if something else could happen beyond that. I wasn't hopeful, knowing perfectly that we were both aware that the 'milking session' was a singular event that wasn't meant to happen again.

Especially when Minos, just a week after returning, decided to see if something could be made out of the woman's interest for him and asked her out for a simple walk around Gossamer. I wasn't surprised. Not at all. Just slightly irked by how quickly things turned for them. Mora beamed at this development, but didn't make any of the mistakes she had done to warrant the Bull Prime's scorn the first time around. Since it wasn't anything concrete at first, I didn't expect much to happen. And I was given confirmation when the Cow Prime seemed to give tougher tasks to her love interest instead of the previous velvet-gloved efforts she previously used.

The man didn't seem to mind, quite the contrary from the way he seemed to skip around when it came to move heavy things or deal with the plowing sessions by the fields. I was actually expecting the two to remain far from becoming too close so soon, yet I had the strong suspicion this wasn't the case from the way they were bonding with each other. Heck, I could see Minos actually getting more talkative when it came of the farm owner, and I could see he was really interested now that the woman was acting with honesty and seriousness.

And while this unfolded, I was busy trying to organize how Taffy was meant to tackle her assignments, and how I was supposed to keep Miles from distracting her while they were both at work. I was happy that they were trying to work a relationship out of that entire situation, but I found it particularly odd that the guy was getting so pushy with Taffy. Hugging her, carefully fondling her from behind… and telling her lots of things to warrant her attention.

The Bunny Prime was no saint, but she also didn't seem someone that appreciated having to handle this much harassment while busy with a job. Especially since said job was unfolding by the kitchen where there were numerous things that could end up breaking while cleaning the dishes. Miles seemed to lose interest in coming anywhere close to Taffy whenever she was busy by the sink the very moment one of the plates almost cracked at a surprise hug he threw at her. I wasn't around when disaster struck, but I've heard from Mora herself that the 'bunny got spunk'.

So, while these two seemed capable of behaving properly when the shifts were over, Miles had a real problem when it came to keeping himself off from clinging to her. The girl was too polite to return the push with a shovel, but he seemed to calm down when I would come around and get him back to his tasks. It didn't help much that she seemed to like keeping on wearing her waitress uniform despite the change of work, and I noticed how Miles seemed to have a clear interest over that specific outfit. And not without reason.

While it was quite conservative as a uniform, I quickly noticed something was amiss when I would stare at Taffy working. While she was wearing panties, I was quite certain she had decided to not put on any bra under her shirt. Which resulted in her nipples to be partly visible through the clothes.

I tried to discuss this with the girl, but the former waitress was really hopeful that the Cat Prime was just trying to hold onto her as the only 'stable' relationship he had got. I doubted it was going to keep 'stable' if he was visibly sabotaging it with this much interest in the sexual bit of it. Sex is nice, but making it a priority in a relationship when your companion is interested in serious romance might… end up poorly.

And I really didn't want that to happen. I could tell Miles was really invested in this- heck, he made it a point for his return for Taffy to be hired and it would just be irresponsible as a friend to allow him to waste this golden opportunity like that. Which is why I had plans to spare a serious conversation with Taffy and see if she could at least agree to tell Miles to not be this clingy while they were working.

But for the time being my current issue was handling the fields. Lots of fresh new vegetables were to be recovered before the day after tomorrow, and I had just finished placing some seeds on the free plots of land for the next batch of products.

With endless caskets starting to get filled and my back hurting after moving around so many of those back and forth between the fields and the empty lot beside the house, I almost planned to crash down on the dirt as I finished that frustrating work. Seriously, one day Minos had to leave with Mora to buy some groceries at Gossamer and I'm left to handle the fields on my own while Miles has to sort out the hay.

And by sorting the Hay, I mean 'he should be doing that, but he is probably near the house to annoy poor Taffy'.

So, despite my interest in crashing down and imagining the dirt as an endless cloud where to rest without worrying of getting too dirty because of it, I pushed myself back in the house and hopefully towards one of the few available bathrooms. But just as I entered from the main entrance, I was greeted with quite a sight.

Taffy was talking with someone I wasn't much familiar with. I think I saw him somewhere in one of my old magazines, but right now I just couldn't remember who this guy was. His sandy blond hair was a shade lighter than his fur, making the young Fox Prime's blue eyes stand out the most. An intellectual gaze adorning his face, the young man was wearing a brown jacket that partly covered his black shirt, finally dark-green pants.

He seemed to stop talking with the girl as he noticed her gaze moving to me and I finally had a chance to look at him better. His eyes widened in recognition, and for a moment I felt dread at the chances of this guy knowing about my family.

"I can't believe it! Declan Stone," The new face exclaimed with familiarity. "It's been ten years and… you haven't changed that much!"

...What?

I tried to remember the guy from somewhere since ten years ago was… when I was still studying at High School. I couldn't recall any students with his appearance, and I was fairly sure I had never met him before.

"Do I… know you?"

"I don't believe you do- at least not through that reference I just pointed out," The man pressed with a charming smile. "Declan Stone… you were an inspiration. I can still remember reading some of your poetry when I was very young."

Poetry. I… Oh no. Nononono.

"Wrong Declan Stone," I instantly replied. "I never wrote any piece of poetry."

"I insist it is you. In fact, I always keep a copy of your 'Silvery Trail' on myself. It's a vibrant reminder of an unfair reality and-"

"Once again, wrong guy."

"Declan, you really don't know who he is?" Taffy inquired, dragging my attention back to her and prompting a quick negative out of me.

"You're right, Mr. Stone. I forgot to introduce myself," The unknown intellectual admitted before bowing his head for a brief moment. "Idward Focks, I'm a renowned writer."

That would explain why he knew about me and why I felt like I had seen him before. While I stopped writing the same year I began doing that, until a few years ago I still kept track of any new writers through specialized magazines. Maybe my passing glance found him once during one of the old copies and it just… lingered. His appearance was still pretty unique compared to others.

"A pleasure," I flatly remarked. "Still, I don't believe you've mentioned why you decided to visit a place like this one."

"My heart led me here. To find out that the love of my life has taken refuge in this rustic scenery," He answered with a poetic tone, his voice almost lifted by the moment and… my brain hurting as I tried to make sense of that sentence. I could easily say it wasn't Taffy that he was out for, and I was incredibly confused how Mora came to know someone like him. Not like I didn't expect her to dig smart cookies… he just didn't seem someone interesting from her perspective- at least from how I know it being.

"That sounds incredibly… interesting."

"He is so cultured. Still, I don't remember you ever mentioning having written poetry, Declan."

"I didn't," I flatly rebuffed, sparking some irritation from the Fox Prime with that.

"Nonsense! I don't see any reason to shy away from your brilliant works, Mr. Stone," He shot back. "In fact, I believe it would be honest for me to say that right now I understand your fervor when you wrote 'Divined' as I can tell how painful but joyful the fluttering of a lover's heart feel when-"

"Please stop," I interrupted, this time my tone changing to something a little more forced. "I would like to not discuss that anymore."

"But-"

"Did I stutter?" I interjected fiercely, my voice almost snapping in the effort to move as quickly as it did. The writer didn't add any more comment, and I could tell that Taffy was mostly concerned by my sudden mood swing. It was unusual, especially since she seemed to have gotten a good impression of myself. It was just… odd, but not impossible for me to reach this degree of irritation.

I didn't remain around as I still needed a shower. The stench of dirt, plants, and sweat was starting to get as unbearable as the thoughts I was fighting off about that embarrassing part of my past. It was one of the minor issues I had being the 'rich kid' and… I thought I would've been spared from ever dealing with this crap.

Yet things happen and now I was left in the worst mood possible.


I yawned, the shower having done nothing to lessen the strain I was still trying to fight off. I was so tired I was going to possibly go to sleep the very moment I was done eating dinner. It was still a little too early to consider helping Taffy by the stoves, having heard that the Bunny Prime had gone to play some D&D with Idward.

The guy didn't seem the type that would say lots of that passionate stuff about Mora and then fool around with another… especially when the lady in question wasn't even planning to go for anything too sexual with her current partner. Taffy was just too nice to be jumping at acquaintances' bones, and I wanted to believe I wasn't wrong about it.

So I was left in the kitchen, all on my own as I pondered about how I was supposed to handle this visitor. Even though Mora was quite clear the guy was meant to stay just for a day, I was still upset with the fact he was going to stay the night despite the fact the woman seemed to despise him by a fair lot.

I was looking at the ceiling while leaning my back on the chair, my eyes unfocused since I was focusing the most on my thoughts over the matter. I was really fascinated by the ramifications of skipping dinner by using my 'tired' excuse. It wouldn't be unusual, but it was going to seriously cast some suspicions onto me as to why it was happening now that there was a guest at dinner. It was certainly going to be regarded as impolite, unofficially so, but I didn't mind that 'stigma' since I really wanted to slam my head on a pillow and fall asleep.

A loud sigh almost caught me off-guard as I noticed Mora entering the living room with an annoyed look on her face. The woman was wearing her skimpy pink nightwear already, which was odd since we had yet to have lunch with the others. She merely nodded my way before moving to the coffee machine and getting two steamy cups. One of those was dispensed to me, and I accepted the gracious offering with a tiny smile.

A sip was shared, but Mora took more time as she enjoyed the beverage the most in that moment. The Cow Prime paused, giving me a serious glance as she seemed to be thinking of something important.

"So… Idward mentioned you have done poetry."

I sighed. "Please… don't ask."

"Why not?"

"It's not a pleasant memory," I explained. "And… it's not even because it's a bad one. Just that I don't like discussing it."

"Give it a try," The farm owner rebuked. "Not gonna hurt you to speak about it for once. I bet you really wouldn't mind if it's just me."

I sighed. "I guess. But you promise me that you don't bring this up to anyone."

"Sure."

Blinking at that positive reply, I decided that she wasn't wrong about it. Maybe talking about that bit of the past for once with someone with little knowledge of who I once was could yield some good perspective to work with.

"When I was a teen… roughly I was fifteen or sixteen, I found myself crushing on a friend of mine that had been my friend since the first day," I started to say with a calm voice. "She was nice, she was gorgeous, she would check on me from time to time when she felt I was alone and... I knew she was single and all of that."

Mora nodded, listening quietly to my words as I continued.

"There was a contest or something like that- I can't exactly remember the precise way the competition was labeled, only that I decided to enter inside and try to win. There were three categories, each with different rules and requirements to take part in those, and at the time, I thought it a good idea to try and win one of those and use the poetry I wrote there as a gift to her," I kept explaining. "I was really hopeful to at least get one of the winnings and make a good gift to ask her out and… imagine my surprise when the three works were all accepted as the winners of their respective categories."

"You're serious? You actually won all three of those?"

"I was floored myself. I thought someone had bribed the judges to vote in my favor, but I learned out these guys were pretty famous in that part of the hemisphere and… I was rewarded with the chance of publishing the poetry through official means, paid and all."

"What happened with the girl?"

"She was happy with my win, but she said that she was seeing me as a brother more than anything else. That it was sweet that I thought of her so highly but… that she had eyes for another individual. Someone older than I was at the time."

"That sucks," The woman had to admit. "Now I feel bad for asking that."

"Don't feel like that. I… I grew out of it. It still stings a little bit, but I long accepted that it wasn't meant to be," I commented with a quiet blink. "The issue I have with Idward is that the guy thinks my poetry still holds a worth despite the fact I had long proclaimed it didn't. I sent out official statements through the editor, plus I gave off all gains made through the selling of those pieces to charity works."

"So you're angry because he is blatantly disregarding your wish to not have to handle that kind of stuff ever again?" Mora inquired and I nodded.

"That is indeed correct."

Just as I finished my explanation, I turned to greet with a nod a frustrated Miles. The Cat Prime huffed before sitting down, looking for a moment at our warm mugs and standing up again to get himself some coffee too. Once again, he sat down, this time holding the cup close to himself and… sharing a similar look with Mora.

"The Nerd dies at dawn."

I sighed, part of me wanting to spoil their comment with something about the cheesiness of that sentence. But I was tired, and I too wanted the 'nerd to die' with how things had turned out to be.

Eventually I went on with the plan of going asleep and let the two plan out the operation to remove Idward. I really hoped they weren't planning to kill him, and I was partly relieved when I learned the next morning that the Fox Prime had been shipped to Aruba.

At first I thought it was a joke to say he was forced to pack and leave with haste and the furthest away from the farm. But no, I would then have to scold them both for having gone through that great length. One thing was kicking out an unwanted guest, another was to literally put in a box and have the mailman pick it up and have it sent that far. While Taffy and Minos were particularly fine with this, I still went on to lecture the unlikely combo and… at the same time I praised them with the unexpected factor behind that move.

As much as I wanted to be angry at them, I knew well enough that the package didn't even make it past the border with how things were set to be at the controls there. The man was going to be liberated, and maybe sent a letter detailing the outrage behind the sudden forced ejection from Gossamer.

Much to my surprise, a letter arrived but… it wasn't one of anger. No, it was one of love. One that was packed with numerous cheesy words that were trying to endear Mora with how romantic and 'tender' those felt. It was an hilarious read, but it was funnier trying to recover the letter from the woman's furious hold so I could spare it from destruction.

Such a fine piece of literature couldn't be turned to the trash can.


AN

Idward is out of the count for now and… now it's time for some real 'villain'. This will be the greatest event since Civil War!