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Planet fall!
Kevin had heard the call to go out for volunteers to go down to the planet and start working on helping them reap a crop that will actually let them survive.
Kevin misses gardening. He misses it so much that he'd jumped at the chance to come down here and put his back to work, helping out the planet.
He sticks his hoe into the ground and leans on it. Instead of worrying about it, he removes the clunky metal bracelet and slips off his two shirts, tying them around his waist. The bracelet goes back on and he feels it take over his powers.
With the bracelet, his powers completely don't work, instead of being hard to work. He doesn't care how clunky it is, it works and that's all that matters. He doesn't have to worry about accidentally hurting someone with it on. That's good.
He bends his back and settles back to work. He cannot believe how much he's missed this. He doesn't remove his gloves, protecting his hands from blisters, but it's nice to still be able to work.
Sweat slicks his back, and he keeps working along the row he'd been assigned to. This is actually fun for him. He starts humming "Sweet Home Alabama" to himself.
Kevin misses gardening. He misses it so much that he'd jumped at the chance to come down here and put his back to work, helping out the planet.
He sticks his hoe into the ground and leans on it. Instead of worrying about it, he removes the clunky metal bracelet and slips off his two shirts, tying them around his waist. The bracelet goes back on and he feels it take over his powers.
With the bracelet, his powers completely don't work, instead of being hard to work. He doesn't care how clunky it is, it works and that's all that matters. He doesn't have to worry about accidentally hurting someone with it on. That's good.
He bends his back and settles back to work. He cannot believe how much he's missed this. He doesn't remove his gloves, protecting his hands from blisters, but it's nice to still be able to work.
Sweat slicks his back, and he keeps working along the row he'd been assigned to. This is actually fun for him. He starts humming "Sweet Home Alabama" to himself.
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"The rest of the row needs it." He admits, bending back to his work. "And those saplings are needed over here too." He uses his shirt to wipe his forehead off, settling back to work. "How're you doin', Luna?"
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He didn't like getting dirty or doing things that might stain his clothes. However, he was also not such a snob he couldn't roll up his sleeves and actually do some hard work for a worthy cause. In just a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt, he let those in charge direct him to the where they could use an extra pair of hands. It was quite by accident, he came across Kevin. At first, he hesitated to approach the guy. The last time they'd talked, they hadn't parted on a high note. Sighing, he pushed that aside to ask what he needed to do to help.
As a side note, he tried and failed to ignore the fact this was the second time he'd caught Kevin bare chested and god.. he wasn't complaining about the view.
"Hey, Kevin," he called, coming closer. He had been given a pair of gloves and a shovel and hoe. He didn't know what he was supposed to do with either of those.
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He shakes the hunk of metal on his arm, glad to have it and keeps working. "Oh. Hey. Kurt, right?" He remembers running into the boy. "You here to help?" He takes the hoe out of Kurt's hands and passes him the shovel. Then, he bends over and starts breaking up the row that he's just overturned.
The sharp smell of rich earth reaches his nostrils and he breathes deep. It's nice to be able to work like this again.
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He smiled at the greeting. That had sounded much more positive than the last time they'd talked. "Yeah, I am," he answered and watched curiously as Kevin took his hoe. Taking the shovel, he looked at it with a slightly confused expression. He wrinkled his nose at the stink of dirt, but he tried not to let it show too much. "What do you want me to do?"