[Text] Honestly no.
[Text] Hot is a word that doesn’t do you justice.
[Text] Gorgeous is more up my alley cher ;)
Mason noticed the flush in her cheeks and smiled more, he looked over his garden as he nodded agreeing with her,
“it sure is peaceful, side from the usual sound of Bob Marley playin’ or the bull frogs, its usually quiet out here, and I live alone…most the time, unless the coven needs me te bring someone back te life, then I take them here to help heal them, two people have been here aside from you, you’r the first person alive te be here..well, at first..”
He joked as he nudged her playfully, mostly to show her that she had no reason to be embarrassed by falling into him.
“ Come on I wanna show you the shack, I built it myself, all from stuff I found about the swamp lands, you’d be surprised how many people dump shit here, it’a kinda sad really.”
He jumped up the back steps and pushed the makeshift door open, he stepped aside to let her in as he looked over his shack, Bob Marley posters covered the walls as well as other Rasta decorations, it was homie in a way that there was only really enough room for one person, maybe two to live comfortably, but Sonny was more than willing to be alone, it was his comfort generally.
“It aint much but it’s perfect for me..I like bein right there with nature and what not.”
Violet blinked as she looked around the shack, a grin creeping onto her face as she saw the posters. “Marley, huh.” She muttered to herself, nodding slowly. It was cozy, to say the least, but she could see why he liked living out here. But alone? “I must say I’m more of a Nirvana person, but Marley’s super chilled.” She said, breathing a laugh.
“Don’t you ever get lonely out here?” She asked him, turning to face him as she spoke. Being alone was a treasure, but being lonely could be the worst thing i the world