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closed | manual labour builds character
Who: Bolin and Kavi
When: Delphine 16
Where: Petrosian farm
What: Men at work
Rating: Content warning for drug use.
It's hot.
[ Bolin just lets out a pitiful moan before he falls over, the sun hat that he'd been wearing tipping over to mercifully lie on his face and shield it from the blazing sun. He can feel sunburn forming on his exposed arms and collarbones already. It's too hot for an actual shirt, though he'd shown up in one he'd ended up ditching it within an hour to work only in the tank top he'd been wearing underneath. His pants are rolled up to the knees as well, leaving his legs vulnerable to the insects, but it's a price he's willing to pay.
They - Kavi and himself - had been rooting through weeds and unusual fauna for at least a couple of hours now, and Bolin is sure that his brain as completely fried in his skull. His entire body is covered in sweat, the tank top sticking to his skin as a result, and he'd had to ditch the gloves that they'd been giving because his hands had started to swim in them.
This is it. This is his limit—he can't go on. ]
It's too hot. I'm going to die. Tell Saber I love her.
When: Delphine 16
Where: Petrosian farm
What: Men at work
Rating: Content warning for drug use.
It's hot.
[ Bolin just lets out a pitiful moan before he falls over, the sun hat that he'd been wearing tipping over to mercifully lie on his face and shield it from the blazing sun. He can feel sunburn forming on his exposed arms and collarbones already. It's too hot for an actual shirt, though he'd shown up in one he'd ended up ditching it within an hour to work only in the tank top he'd been wearing underneath. His pants are rolled up to the knees as well, leaving his legs vulnerable to the insects, but it's a price he's willing to pay.
They - Kavi and himself - had been rooting through weeds and unusual fauna for at least a couple of hours now, and Bolin is sure that his brain as completely fried in his skull. His entire body is covered in sweat, the tank top sticking to his skin as a result, and he'd had to ditch the gloves that they'd been giving because his hands had started to swim in them.
This is it. This is his limit—he can't go on. ]
It's too hot. I'm going to die. Tell Saber I love her.