iPhones to iFarm (KuroBear and Zombie_In_A_Box )

[KuroBear]

Trip tried to direct his thoughts on something less pleasant than... no! He was only trying to not look at Samuel's eyes! He tried to not think of those eyes by thinking of those angels in his house. They were cute and all when the sun was up; when the large star went under the horizon, those things were creepy beyond belief. Unfortunately, it wasn't helping too much, because when he replied to Sam, he sounded nothing but nervous, "Hah? N-no. Not in'the slightest bit nervous!" He forces on a smile and it honestly feels uncomfortable being there, "But are... are you nervous? Y-you keep putting your hands on me an' stuff..." The young man involuntarily goes up to ruffle out his hair again when reffering to how the taller boy would touch his hair or his shoulder more often than anyone else had, "Is that something normal in Tokyo, or..?"

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Samuel rolled his eyes with a small grin stretching out on his face. "If you're going to lie, at least try to make it compelling." He chuckled and raised a brow at the question he got for himself. The brunet just grinned a bit wider and lightly shook his head. "Sorry, does it make you uncomfortable? I'm kind of used to acting that way..." The teen said with a smile before lightly running a hand over his own hair. "But you're definitely nervous. Why?" Samuel insisted, looking straight at the other. He had a little bit of mischief in his eyes - not enough to be seen right away though. In general, Sam wasn't quite like anyone else. He was sly, a bit of an egoist, somewhat a sex addict, not to mention gay. A combination found nowhere else...

[KuroBear]

"N-No. I ain't nervous or... un...com...fort...able..." His voice trails off the longer he talks, the knot in his throat getting bigger and bigger the Samuel looked at him. Yeah, there wouldn't be any more hiding anything- if 'hiding' was the right word to begin with. If he had animal ears, they's be as flat as ever, because he felt dogged by those damn purple eyes. The real question for Trip was that why did his behavior matter? And why exactly was the other boy giving more wood to a fire that should never had been there in the first place. In the end, he gulped hard again and flickered his gaze away from Sam, "Listen. I don' know why o-okay? I really don't!"

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Samuel barely kept himself from laughing, though an amused expression was definitely on his face. He looked away with a lopsided grin, glancing at the clouds until Trip finally decided to admit being nervous. "You don't know? Well..." The brunet stopped and lightly grabbed Harold's wrist, pulling him a bit closer. "You think it's because of me? Maybe..." Samuel couldn't resist whispering out the last part into the other's ear. "...You like me?" He muttered out with a chuckle and pulled back, again ruffling up the younger male's hair. "Just think about it~ Now come on, I want to meet your mom already." The brunet said with a completely carefree expression. He just had to find a way to swoon this guy and it would be on.

[KuroBear]

"Y... Y-Yeah." Trip's body lightly trembled at Sam's actions and words. He most certainly didn't like Sam! It was just those eyes that got him in a mess! For sure. Sure. The boy didn't even pay much mind to the hair ruffling now, leaving it the weird mess it was turned into because of it, and by now, he had forgotten a very important detail about going back to his mom from his head being filled with counter claims to what Sam said, yet nothing came out of his mouth. It was far to embarrassing to think about admitting to liking another person, let alone realizing it. He never had any like him... Sam clearly had some intents to his actions. Poor Harold could never catch them in time.

 

So, the two boy's passed the free foliage that was around the house; Trip's mom was on the porch, sewing up a shirt that had gotten torn sometime the past week. The house was clean and even in her free time, needed something to do. The woman's eyes rose from her focus to see her son and another boy come out of the woodsy area. She smiled and rose from her chair, which creaked a bit from the heavy weight lifting from it, "Boys? Ah! I haven't see you around, young man, so you must be from those new neighbors... Nice to meet ya!" She wore a loose, floral dress that looked rather old, her reddish-brown hair was tied into a messy bun that had loose, long strands of her bangs falling into her face. With the boy's approaching, she pulled some of those behind her ear as she laughed, "Harold, if I'd known you'd be bringing a friend over, I would'a looked nicer!"

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Samuel stayed quiet for the last part of the walk, just watching Harold from the corner of his eye. That messy hair... He could make it even messier if he fucked the boy somewhere - into a wall, a bed, he didn't care. He wanted to do it... But he should probably wait. This wasn't the city, so no one night stands would happen. The brunet's expression morphed into a warm one when he saw Trip's mother. He smiled warmly at the woman as he nodded, extending his hand for her. "I'm Samuel, it's very nice to meet you."

 

After a few moments of silence, Sam smiled even wider and tilted his head. "If I may say so, you already look wonderful, ms. Forges." He said with an honest smile before glancing back at Harold. When his mother couldn't see, Sam sent a wink at his friend and chuckled. "Ah, do you mind me staying over for a little while? My parents are in a bit of a fight." He said softly, a hopeful smile on his face. It wasn't really a lie... But he could've phrased it differently.

[KuroBear]

The woman laughed kindly and held her cheek in her hand, "A kind boy like yourself is always welcome in our home, right Trip, hon...ey." Her eyes gotta better look at Trip and she instantly frowned and folded her arms, "Harold! What did I tell ya about gett'n those clothes dirty? Those clothes were the only good thing ya had that's clean!"

 

Trip was still kind of out of it, and got even more confused with himself at the wink, but it was the good ol' sound of a bothered mother to snap him back, "Shoot! I forgot about that, momma, I'm sorry..." He looks down in shame, but then makes a noise when his mom starts going at his hair, fixing it up to her liking, "Momma, stop!"

 

"And you look like a caveman with your hair like that, boy, are you trying to frighten off your friend here?" She nips and combs at the boy's hair with her fingernails just for a but longer before Trip backs away and groans, "Harold, get your behind inside and change out! Don't forget to take your shoes off before you step foot in there!"

 

"Yes, momma!" Trip gives an apologetic smile to Sam before running up the porch, tossing his dirty shoes of to the side carelessly- then runs inside.

 

Ms. Forge watched him scurry away and laughed when he was gone, "He's such a momma's boy, wouldn't you say, Sam?" She smiles, urging Samuel to walk with her up, "Now, please come inside! I just made some chowder, it's nice, warm and there's plenty, so you can join us, alright? Oh, and don't worry about your shoes, I just like pick'n on that boy."

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Samuel smiled warmly at the woman, finding it quite cute when she held her cheek in her hand - way nicer than his own mom. The brunet was barely able to hold in a wide grin when she noticed Trip and began cleaning him off, while he himself staying on the side, just watching with a small grin spreading across his face.

 

"It's not that bad being momma's boy, as you say. At least you know he'll always depend on you." Samuel answered honestly as he smiled. The man walked along the woman with no hesitation, lightly combing through his hair with his fingers. The house was small, yet it felt warm. It had that nice, friendly atmosphere somehow... He liked this place.

 

"I'd love to join for some food, thank you." Sam said with a warm smile, but he still slipped off his shoes before going inside. "I can't really get rid of my habits that easily..." He chuckled softly as he looked around, then back at the woman. "You've got a really nice house." He complimented, honesty shining in his eyes.

[KuroBear]

The woman blushes and laughs, "Oh, you! Quite the flatterer, Samuel, Harold could learn a few things from you for sure." Her smile showed her happiness. It was more than just because the brunet was being kind and complementing. Harold had been alone for too long working with those animals... almost everyday, the boy would just be alone on the farm, in the house and sometimes he'd leave to go somewhere for a long time, and he'd only come back right before dark. She didn't know what he was doing, but she was 99.99% sure it didn't have any human beings involved with it. With a new friend, Ms. Forge hoped Harold would open up and find who he was, rather than just being the farm boy.

 

Taking the young man to the dining room, she took herself into the kitchen, which was right next to the table, to get the lunch served for three, "Really, you are very kind... This may just be a little too much to ask for, and too soon, but I'd be indebted to you if you helped me take care of Harold." She looked at him over her shoulder with her nearly pleading smile, "He's a good boy too, but he's not going to make it if he thinks he can be alone from this world forever. Just..." She sighs and huffs a bit with her smile, "Just be good to him..."

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Samuel just couldn't help a wide, honest grin as he watched the woman, nodding in agreement. "I'll be glad to teach him anything he needs." He chuckled, lightly shaking his head in amusement. The brunet looked up at the nice lady and smiled widely at her. "I'm just being polite, I can assure you of that." He said with a kind smile that faded out for a moment while he listened to her request, but was soon back at full power once he realized it fully. "I'll do all I can to help out." He promised with a small bow of his head before another wide smile beamed on his face. "Harold seems like a really nice guy - if he shows me around a little bit, I'm sure we'll be able to get along."

 

Inside his head, however, Samuel was already making plans on how to swoon Harold and make him his. The idea of staying here even flashed through his mind, and... Maybe it wasn't really that bad. Sam wasn't too bad with cooking, so he could maybe open some small cafe and make a bussiness - that was an idea worth thinking about for sure! My, it may have been the best one yet. He could definitely get help from the people around, and... Yeah, that may just work out. And then, staying here wouldn't be too bad.

[KuroBear]

"I'll make sure he does. You're a good boy, Samuel, you really are." Smiling in hopes of her son rubbing off on Sam, little did she know the brunet really did want Trip to rub off on him literally, Mrs. Forge set a bowl in front of Sam, then two empty chairs that were along the table, nodding to the boy in recognition of his 'thank you'. When she was getting the drinks ready, it was fast that footsteps were rushing down the stairs.

 

"Momma, is this better?" Trip says in a quick breath from the burst of energy he took coming down. His hair was messy again from throwing a shirt off and another on, and the shirt collar was too loose, so it exposed his neck completely and some of his shoulder. His pants were normal but they were thrown on fast too, so they sagged slightly. Everything was done in a rush, the only reason why it took longer than it needed to be was because he actually had to find those his mom wouldn't hit him for wearing in front of people... "It's all I could find so- uh..." He finally picks up his pants by the belt loops and gives a wry smile.

 

"It's fine, honey. Just come sit down," The woman says as she pours iced tea in after a quick scan of the boy.

 

"Yes ma'am!" Harold moseyed over and took a seat next to Sam, smiling to the other and whispering, "She didn't say noth'n weird right?"

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Samuel mentally high-fived himself for so quickly earning Trip's mother's like in him. He thanked her again, keeping his polite and nice appearance for the time being. Gods, he couldn't wait to be alone with Harold again... Truly, all he wanted was to fuck him - it wasn't a good way to start a relationship, but that was just Sam. Perhaps he'd change during his time here... Perhaps he wouldn't. No one could tell.

 

Hearing Harold rush down picked up Sam's interest and he waited to actually see the boy. A smile lit up on his face at the messy appearance - cute... But he wanted to fix it. So, when he sat down and whispered the question, Sam first turned to him and fixed up his shirt, fingers brushing gently over the smooth skin. "No, she didn't." He finally said and smiled, satisfied with what he'd done.

 

"It looks delicious..." Sam muttered to himself before beginning to eat. His eyes lit up in delight as he continued, the food slowly disappearing into his stomach. "This is delicious!" He exclaimed with wide eyes, licking his lips in satisfaction.

[KuroBear]

Trip's cheeks lit up ever so slightly, pouting at the fact how his mother would nit pick at what he was wearing and now it seemed that Sam was doing the same thing. At least he wouldn't lick his thumb and rub out a dirt smudge on his face... would he? Shaking out the thought, the boy with light brown hair picked up his bowl of chowder to his lips and just chugged as much as his cheeks could until he had to chew he little bits of potatoes and clam. Harold rarely liked any foods with seafood in it, but the clam was barely hitting his taste buds, the white tasty cream getting most of his praise, "Mm!"

 

His mother smiles and shakes her head watching her boy eat, sighing, "Why do I bother givin' you forks and spoons when ya don't ever use them? I think all that time with animals, you start'n to eat like one too... But I'm glad you boys like it... And Harold, will you please wipe your face. We got a guest here, the least you can do is be clean."

 

He blinks a few times and picks up his spoon, looking at himself upside-down from the slight reflection, "Sorry," Trip sticks his tongue out and licks up as much white cream as he could, not quite getting the drop that had gotten to his chin, "But really! It's jus' so good, I can't waste my time with some ol' silly spoon, when I can just take it all at once. I can still enjoy it quite fine."

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Samuel grinned lightly at Trip's reaction to having his shirt fixed and decided to tease him a little bit more, gently combing through his hair. He definitely wouldn't mind spending a little bit of time not having sex with him, just embarrassing him like this... Harold really was cute, at least in his eyes. The brunet couldn't resist brushing away his bangs from his eyes, his grin turning teasing.

 

When Harold chugged down the food, Samuel chuckled under his breath and quietly continued eating with a spoon, his mouth stretched into a lop-sided grin. While him and his mother were talking, Samuel's purple eyes focused on the drop on Trip's chin. Finally realizing the other didn't reach it, Sam reached out and wiped it off with his thumb, grinning lightly. "Really, listen to your mom." He snickered, clearly just teasing as he turned back to the woman, smiling politely at her.

 

The brunet continued eating, soon finishing it all. "Perhaps I could help with the dishes?" He asked, smiling warmly at Trip's mom. He seemed honest when asking, probably because tidiness was something he found important in every situation.

[KuroBear]

The mother didn't see through Samuel's smiles as much as Harold did, he saw a hidden mischievousness and she only saw the face of a friend her son really needed. Nothing could possibly measure up to how much she stressed that Harold had to have a real, human friend, and not horses or pigs or chickens. This boy was really buttering her up, especially when he suggested that he also help with the dishes. The woman smiled and shook her head, cleaning up her mouth with a napkin gently, "That's sweet of you, Sammy, but that's not necessary. You're our guest an' you can just hang around with my boy here. Do whatever boys do, alright?" She looks to Trip, who was licking his lips like a satisfied dog, and repeats again, "Alright?"

 

The younger male sighs, knowing exactly why she pointed him out, "Yes, momma." Trip didn't like how she'd bring him almost everywhere and push and pressure him to talk to strangers his age. This wasn't the case now, since he already was acquainted with Sam, but it was still annoying... "What do you feel up to, Sam? I still have some animals to feed, you can join me, or we can just watch tv in my room. We don't have 1,000 channels like you city folk, but it's an option."

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Samuel kept his warm, polite smile on when the woman told him she didn't need help with the dishes. "Alright, but please tell me if there's anything I can help out with." He insisted before letting out a soft chuckle at Trip. The boy really looked like an animal sometimes... A cute one, which was certainly weird for Samuel to find. After all, animals weren't really his favorites.

 

"I'd much rather watch tv, but I have no clue about animals. Could I join you while you feed them?" He asked, standing up with a small smile. The brunet ran a hand through his fluffy hair and lightly ruffled it, a slight grin on his face. He really did need some experience with animals and such... The teen would be useless here, unless he learned just how to deal with dirt and those stupid creatures. Really, he didn't want to live here for long...

[KuroBear]

Grinning, Trip nods and stands up as well, looking just a tad bit livelier, "It's real simple when you get a handle'n on it. Feed'n isn't hard in the slightest." Harold leave his bowl at the table like he always does, since his mother always does it, and points to a screen door that would lead them out back, "Just follow me. Thanks again for lunch, momma, it was great!" Now, he finally felt like he wouldn't be the awkward one between them two. Not only that, but he wouldn't be alone. He won't feel so alone with the animals, so he was sure to be more put out. Hopefully with the boldness, he'll be less likely to feel hot cheeks from Sam's possible actions. Just thinking about it, the boy was already leading the way.

 

"You're both welcome," looking to Samuel, she smiled more, "Sammy, boy, don't be afraid to come on back here for lunch and such. It's a pleasure to have you here! I do hope you find your stay in this town to be nice, and I hope you enjoy that I made for all."

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Samuel sighed in slight annoyance when he saw Harold leave his bowl on the table. Being himself, the brunet took all dishes from the table and at least put them to the sink, shooting a smile to Trip's mother. He glanced back at the boy and nodded, letting out a quiet sigh. "I'm sure it's easy for you to say..." He muttered out under his breath, lightly ruffling up his hair. The brunet still couldn't imagine himself working with those ugly animals... Well, maybe with horses he could, but pigs, cows, goats and all that, they were disgusting creatures for him.

 

After thanking the woman again and promising to come by another time, he followed Harold out and lightly glared at a cat that seemed to be interested in him. "Get out." He muttered, trying to shoo the animal away. No way in hell he was touching that, it was probably full of fleas! And it was so dirty... The teen hurried after the other, trying to stay close and not step into a pile of literal shit or mud. "How can you even live in such a place? It's dirty everywhere." He complained quietly, a small frown on his face.

[KuroBear]

Harold couldn't refrain from smiling, already feeling his confidence boost up when Sam complained. Of course he wouldn't understand the greatness of the country, he lived in the city, where the only actual dirt you can find are in parks and small closed places. He actually felt bad for the brunet for that reason. The outdoors were beautiful and it was natural, unlike concrete and metal buildings. Then again, he also knew Sam probably felt the same way in the opposite sense. They really were very different, Trip had to remind himself that every so often.

 

"I'd be concerned if there wasn't any dirt here. This is planet Earth, and I like to think it's got some dirt around here," Trip laughed a bit and looked at the clear sky, which would be perfect for star gazing later on, "Dirt won't kill ya, Sam. There's life everywhere here and I can't imagine living anywhere else!" Glancing to the cat that was following the older boy, he only smiles more and cat calls the feline before mumbling, "It already looks like some of that 'life' has tak'n some liking to ya anyways."

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

"No, what I mean is that it's dirty. As in, unclean. Very unclean-... What the hell is that?" Samuel sounded terrified when he noticed a weird animal staring right at him. The brunet seemed to be freaking out just a little bit, gripping onto Harold's shoulders for support while trying not to look at the thing that scared him so much - a donkey. Sam was a complete and absolute city boy; he knew cows, pigs, horses and classical farm animals like that, but a donkey, that he'd never seen before. "I don't want any life liking me." He mumbled, his grip rather tight.

 

Honestly, Samuel didn't get freaked that easily, but this... Thing, it was seriously weird for him. "I can't wait until I don't have to live here." He muttered with a sigh, letting out a loud gasp as he barely avoided stepping in a big pile of shit. "...I don't want to be here." The purple-eyed male mumbled, tightly holding onto Harold, as if he could protect him from whatever dangers there were in this place. Just thinking about the billions of bacteries, parasites and all that... And bugs. He hated bugs.

[KuroBear]

"Aw, that ain't the spirit!" He looks at the donkey and giggles. Yes, donkeys looked like small, fat, grey horses with big ears, but calling it a 'thing' was way over the top and funny, "Come on, I'll introduce ya to her! Charlotte is what I call her. I got names for each animal here. Even all 7 chickens and chicks!" Harold takes one of Sam's hands and pulls him to the donkey, that was currently just endlessly chewing on some hay, like almost all of the four legged farm animals, "She don't bite... but I recommend you stay away from her back legs, coz she does kick."

 

Before down by the steam, he felt so awkward and stiff, but this was a relief. Harold could always depend on the animals to make him feel alright. Not only that, but it was actually very funny to see the cool, collected and smooth Samuel break because of a silly little donkey. He didn't know how long the other boy planned to stay for; hopefully he could see Sam just as happy with the animals as he was. However, as it looked now, that may not be so easy!

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Samuel stared at Harold with such a terrified expression, it was pretty obvious he thought the boy was crazy. "You gave it a name?" He asked in pure horror, letting out some sound as his hand was grabbed and he was dragged closer to the thing. The thing that was staring at him. Probably with an intension of killing him. Everything in here probably wanted to kill him at some point. No words could describe how unreal this all seemed to Sam - he felt like he was having a nightmare, for real. He thought that Harold would probably turn into a hoard of tiny versions of the staring thing pretty soon, just to freak him out even more.

 

"Y-You know, maybe we should go back and watch the tv." He muttered, lightly tugging on Trip's sleeve. "Please." He whispered, staring down at one curious chicken. He barely stopped himself from kicking it away, though his grip certainly got tighter. "Get it away from me." He muttered, trying to shoo it off with his leg without actually touching it. He nearly shreaked when, instead of going off, the chicken moved even closer. No, he definitely didn't need animals. No way in hell.

[KuroBear]

"Aw, don't fuss over a little chicken! Daphne can't hurt a fly, she just interested in ya, that's all!" No lying, Harold knew that chicken was feisty and the kick Sam threw her, got the bird a little ticked off. Saving the older boy, he pushes Sam ahead of him and scares off the hen by making a growling noise. However... by pushing the brunet ahead, Sam only got closer to the donkey. Trip was full on laughing, smiling wider than he even knew. He was actually having fun with another person, it had been a long time since that was a true statement.

 

Looking at Sam, he quickly stops him and looks into his fear stricken eyes with his smile, "Jus' relax okay? I promise you that nothn's gonna do you harm. The only thing that'll hurt ya is yourself. Charlotte is sweet and a goldfish does more than she does on a lot of occasions. I'll help ya, okay?"

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

"I don't want anything in here to be interested in me." Samuel replied, honestly a bit terrified of the animals around him. Hell, he didn't even have a single animal while growing up... When he was pushed away, Sam didn't see the chicken getting further away - no, he saw the staring animal getting closer. It was... Staring at him. Not doing anything else. Just staring. And that, for Sam, was creepy as fuck.

 

"If you want to help me, get me out of here." He whispered out the last three words, tightly gripping onto Harold's hand while slowly moving away from the thing called Charlotte. Who the hell named animals anyway?! "I don't plan on giving them a chance to do me something harmful. Get. Me. Out. Of. Here." He tugged on Trip's hand, his face paler than usually.

[KuroBear]

Sighing, Harold had no motive to make his new friend pass out, so he leads him in the opposite direction, "Alright then... I an't ever seen someone so afraid of a donkey before, especially sweet ol' Charlotte! They honestly won't hurt ya, but if it really makes ya that cold, then I suppose we can go back inside to my room." Someone may have thought he was disappointed that Sam couldn't even make it to the barn, but he was really okay with it. Sam had never been out here before, and even didn't know what a donkey was, so Harold really couldn't blame him. If he was forced to live in the city, he'd probably never leave the house, or apartment, whatever they called it up there.

 

His dad told him about how crowded Tokyo was; that fact alone would make Harold break down and crawl under the rock called his room. Thousands of people on the hard streets? Trip felt uncomfortable walking down a grocery store isle that had more than four or more people in it. It was yet, but true, and it was a reason why his mom wanted him to have friends, so that they could hopefully get him to be more comfortable in real life.