#its funny to think abt how the farmer seems from the resident's eyes

[05stigma]

imagine every morning some farmer stands outside your carpentry shop's windows, waiting for the doors to unlock at precisely 9:00a.m. then, as soon as the door unlocks, they run in, not even acknowledging you at the front desk in the slightest, to rush down to the basement where your son's bedroom resides. he doesn't even wake up until fucking midday, but they wake him up anyway just so they can give him his favorite item that they somehow knew he liked even before they met him, and then they run back out the house. the cycle continues daily until the farmer and your son eventually get married and he moves out.