Ahote wasn't very fond of autumn. It was rainy, the air was dry, and sometimes it so cold that it was unbearable. The crunch of dead leaves on the ground was pleasing to people's ears, and the changing color of the trees was something to look forward to for most, but Ahote found it all depressing. Autumn was a season of death. The trees were dying, everything felt dryer, and there was very little to celebrate during the season. He was tired of death. His job smelled like death, Boomslang smelled like death, and even he smelled like death, but he couldn't help it. It was hard for a necromancer to smell any other way, no matter how much expensive colonge he wore or glamorous showers he took.
But ever since he put Basilisk Fang behind him, more doors seemed to unlock for him. They were smaller, more mundane, and the prizes that lie behind them were trivial compared to his infamous career as a terrorist, but it was things like festivals and simple assassinations that he began to look forward to. Things like pumpkin picking.
He was in the middle of one of Oak Town's biggest pumpkin patches with Iris, Aeluri, and a small pulling-wagon to carry their pumpkins. Just adjacent to the patch was a corn field but not a corn maze. If you got lost in it, there was no intentional path out, but Ahote was never anticipating on them ever having to enter it, so he was unsure of why he was thinking about it now.
It was becoming a thing now. He, Iris, and Aeluri going out and doing trivial things like this together. It must've started during the summer solstice, because ever since they all were out and about doing things together like this. In this case, they were picking pumpkins as a result of some advertisement, and while it was up Ahote's alley to try things like this, he could only imagine Iris and Aeluri accompanying him only because he asked. Regardless, while it was "up his alley", Ahote was capable of finding things to complain about.
"This one looks like there might be something under it. . ." Ahote spoke to himself. So far, he was only collecting the pumpkins he could lift with one hand alone, and both of them were gloved. It's not like he's always had a distaste for dirt, but after opening Boomslang and maintaining it, it was hard to not be pickish about cleanliness. Not only that, he never enjoyed manual labor of any magnitude. Heavy and easy lifting were never things he enjoyed or agreed to do easily, but his more subtle adventurous qualities overpowered his distaste for everything the festival required.
Thud. Ahote placed a pumpkin into the wagon and dusted both of his gloved hands off of some invisible layer of dirt caking them. He was frowning.
"Are you two doing alright?" he asked, still frowning, but not at them. He couldn't help but hope they'd know that after realizing he didn't change his expression when he spoke at them. He couldn't help but be mindful of those sorts of things after his eyes were replaced, feeling somewhat kittenish towards them for their thoughtfulness, especially Iris. He hadn't gotten around to thanking him with what he thought to be an appropriate gift yet.
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