Simple Touch [Job][Solo]

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The sun on the horizon of a new day. Hearing the roosters scream and clattering inside their coup always the best way to awaken. The natural aroma of the farm making him all jittery to begin his day. Mordecaiah rose from his bed to hear Montague yelling and pacing around outside the room.
Montague asked. He was kind of hazy and aloof trying to fully awaken. Rubbing his eyes, all was spoken with a yawning motion. " Ssssuuurrree " with a out stretch of his arms. Removing his cover from his legs and standing to his feet.

A breeze enter through his wooden window, making him shiver. Clenching his teeth and holding his arms together. Quickly making way over to the closet to grab his cloths. Montague had long gone disappeared back to either his study or the kitchen for coffee. Mordecaiah had assumed the kitchen for morning coffee, as he'd knew Monty loved him a mug. Finishing putting on his cloths next was brushing his teeth quickly and zooming down the stairs. Going to the kitchen to obtain the utilizes for the job at hand, watching as Monty sipped his mug. They both made short glances at one another with out speaking. Mordecaiah had open draws to find the knife, and located the bag of potatoes next to Montague.

Simple heads nods to one another, Monty left with his coffee in hand and Morde collected the potatoes. He'd chuckle to himself carrying the bag with the knife as well. Following along a small dusty path way, over to one of the barns containing hay stacks. Making it to the large barn door and cracking it open wide enough to pull out a small wooden chair on the inside. Pushing it against the edge of the wall and placing the stack on the dirt.

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Sitting down inside the chair adjusting to get comfortable. The old wood creaking upon the pressure applied to it from Mordecaiah bottom. Hunching over placing his forearms on his thighs, grabbing the knife with his right hand and opening the potato bag with his left. Picking up the first potato, and positioning the knife along the vegetable. A simple turn of his wrist and Mordecaiah was off on peeling the potato. Removing the skin of the potato than placing it inside another bag was only going through his mind at the time. The evening was going by during all this peeling, and Mordecaiah just had a smile along his face with the small breezing going along.

Boredom taking over as he peeled away, so he attempted to wiggle his nose. Twitching and shaking didn't work out for him, as his freckled nose just didn't want to move. Some roosters pasted by, and clocked and ba'kaaked at him along their merry way. The sack of potato's was getting close to empty, just like Mordecaiah boredom. Getting a little bit hungry Mordecaiah, peeled a couple more potato's quickly to eat them for himself. Devouring them in a couple of bits having a large peachy smile on his mouth. There about two left and seeing in how they shouldn't be peeled, he'd tossed them to the pigs to eat. Heading back to the house to give the sack of peeled potato's to Montague, and washing off. As before they just nodded off to each other and Morde went up to his room to take a evening nap to conclude his peeling day.

word count: 500+/500