[ Makoto snorts, ready to believe it when he sees it. Laurent is sociable and people like him, but he knows that isn't all there is to the other man. Makoto is sure the blond will get bored, restless, and start fucking people or fucking them over. Or worst of all, moping around all the time.
It is this moment he realizes that he'll need to keep Laurent busy if they want to make it through this together. Because that is the instinct he doesn't fight for once. They work well together. Makoto isn't an idiot, so even if he won't admit it out loud, he knows it. This isn't a con, but it is a job of sorts.
He sighs at the question anyway. Because he doesn't feel like admitting he doesn't know yet and it feels like Laurent is poking on purpose. ]
Well... this farm is ours. We're responsible for it now, so it deserves the best we can give it at least.
And who knows, [ Makoto starts working again, as if this part is clearly secondary and the less comfortable point he has to make--- ] we might both find love here, right?
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It is this moment he realizes that he'll need to keep Laurent busy if they want to make it through this together. Because that is the instinct he doesn't fight for once. They work well together. Makoto isn't an idiot, so even if he won't admit it out loud, he knows it. This isn't a con, but it is a job of sorts.
He sighs at the question anyway. Because he doesn't feel like admitting he doesn't know yet and it feels like Laurent is poking on purpose. ]
Well... this farm is ours. We're responsible for it now, so it deserves the best we can give it at least.
And who knows, [ Makoto starts working again, as if this part is clearly secondary and the less comfortable point he has to make--- ] we might both find love here, right?