Diabolik Thoughts

Tired

"Done." You exclaimed, stretching and finally sitting down on the ground as you take off your farming hat. Shortly after you sit, he settled down beside you, wiping the sweat off his forehead. He looks over to check up on you, surprised to see you looking back at him. "You tired, Sow?." He asked as he placed an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. Why would I be tired?. You thought. His only hobby, gardening, growing plants, harvesting them and doing it all over again is by far the most enjoyable thing you had engaged yourself into. Maintaining his garden clean, picking out unnecessary seeds or even just hanging out by there, it's the simplest things that always warm your heart. "No." You shrugged. Never. "Here. Figured you'd be hungry." He then reached out for something, amd from that,  he knows you know what exactly he means. You face him, and in no time he placed a sugar cube—Yuma's style—in your mouth, just like the countless times he did. He pushed the cube further down with his thumb, then there it stays, cupping your chin. You smiled as you slowly chewed on it, and he smiled back, eating one as well. You'll never get tired of this. Really.