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So Soon?- Daryl

Daryl was finally taking some time off from his experiments to rest his brain… Well, he never truly rested his brain. He instead exercised it in another way. Getting out a notebook and a pen, he used a random number generator of his own design to decide what he could use in math problems and equations. Numbers were stable and unchanging, the ultimate comfort in its lack of change. Finally, he found himself relaxing. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK Of course he’d be interrupted! Who dared to show up at his door? His last visitor was yesterday! Unless it was Melody, he would be sure to shoo them away. ...Wait… Why would he think to give Melody an exception?

Questioning himself, the scientist was surprised to see it was indeed Melody standing there. He did tell himself he wouldn’t shoo her away… “Hey, Daryl. Sorry to bug you again so soon. I just didn’t want to forget to lend these to you.” Melody held out a stack of books to him. “I made a list of the order I recommend and some interesting pages.” Daryl took the stack, noting the piece of paper on top. Hm. Her handwriting was quite legible. “I will try to read them when I have free time,” he informed. “No rush!” Melody chirped. “I’ll go ahead and get out of your hair now. I just didn’t want to forget to give those to you.” “You don’t have to leave!” Daryl replied with more urgency than he would have liked. Why did he say that?!?! “Oh?” Melody smiled, pleasantly surprised. “I wouldn’t mind visiting for a little bit,” Daryl stepped aside to let her into his home, gesturing to his little couch for her to sit on before taking a seat at his desk chair. “What did you want to talk about today?” the scientist found himself asking, The farmer’s brows rose as she realized Daryl wasn’t taking lead of the conversation today.

“Oh, well…” Melody scratched her head. “I don’t have any topics off the top of my head… but I have been making progress in training Russet, if that’s of any interest to you?” “You are training… a potato?” Daryl asked incredulously. “Oh, no,” Melody chuckled. “Russet is my puppy. Sorry I forgot to mention him. He was a stray who showed up on the farm the same day I arrived.” “Oh. Well, I do find the idea of training a living creature to be interesting. What are you training him to do? What methods are you utilizing?” “I’m not training him to do anything fantastic, really; just some basics. Sit, stay, lie down, fetch, that sort of thing. Also hold.” “Hold?” Daryl asked. “I want him to stop barking when I say so. Basically, I’m teaching him to pick something up in his mouth and keep it there. If he has something in his mouth, he can’t bark!” “It may be counter intuitive to discourage barking if you want a proper guard dog.” “Oh, I’m not keeping him as a guard dog,” Melody chuckled, “I don’t think I really need one and I doubt he’ll grow to be particularly large in the first place.” “If you don’t need a guard dog, why are you keeping him?” “Because he needed a home and I needed a new companion animal!” she chirped. “He’s such a cute and sweet little puppy! Would you like to meet him sometime? I’m trying to socialize him and Takakura isn’t a fan.” “That is to be expected. He seems to have mild cynophobia. I’m surprised he allowed you to keep the dog at all.” “Cynophobia?” “Fear of dogs.” “Oh no,” Melody frowned, her gaze falling to the floor “I wish I had known that before... Maybe I can help him with his fear somehow. Russet is still a puppy after all. He’s nowhere near threatening at this point.” “That makes sense. Such an endeavor sounds like it would be beneficial for all of you.” “Then I’ll definitely have some work to get to when I get home…” She let out a sigh before shaking her head. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to bring the mood down. Let’s talk about something else.”

“Like what?” Daryl asked. “Hm… Well, if we stick to animals as a subject… do you have a favorite kind of animal?” “I prefer rats,” he answered simply. “Because they’re good for testing and experiments?” “Shockingly, no. It was during my years in high school that I took a class that kept two rats as pets. I found them to be intelligent creatures and they proved kinder to me than the teachers and other students. I was able to find respite in their presence.” “Oh… I’m sorry others were less than kind to you.” The scientist bristled. “I do not need to be pitied,” he informed with a huff. “Sorry,” Melody held up her hands in a placating manner. “So, have you ever considered getting pet rats for yourself?” “I have not considered the notion since my youth. My mother always denied my request to have them. Now that I am an adult, I’ve found I have no time for such things.” “Ah, yeah. Then it’s probably best you don’t have them. Animals need love and attention and a good deal of your time.” “That is why I’ve decided against them.” Melody simply nodded and went quiet a moment. “...You know, while he may not be a rat, you may enjoy playing with Russet. He’s still an animal companion and I am looking to socialize him.” “You mentioned that before… I suppose I could, provided the dog doesn’t bite.” “The most he does is nip when he’s playing sometimes. You’ll be perfectly fine,” she assured. “Then I will visit when I have time.” “I look forward to it! Thanks!” Melody chirped. Daryl nodded and quietly wondered why Melody was so excited and why he’d agreed to this in the first place. He wasn’t overly fond of dogs… so why was he going to socialize one? Perhaps Melody was the reason. “Are you okay, Daryl?” the farmer asked. “”What do you mean?” “You just looked deep in thought there. If you need to get back to your research, I can leave.” While today was his day off, so to speak, he had some things he needed to think over now. “I would like to return to my research,” the scientist bluffed. “I will see you on the farm when I am ready.” “Okay. No problem. Thanks for talking to me today. I look forward to your visit. See you then!” With that, Melody returned to her farm and Daryl to his thoughts.

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Daryl got a hair cut and was gifted a new lab coat! It even has his name on it!

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Better Knowing the Valley- Daryl

It had been a little over a week since Melody had visited the eccentric scientist. While he didn’t come off as overly warm or friendly, the farmer still found herself curious about the man. She wanted to visit him again sooner, but she didn’t want to return to him empty handed. She had told him she would bring him something proper to eat once her kitchen was properly stocked. Well, her kitchen was properly stocked now and she’d prepared an actual meal. As she arrived at Daryl’s lab, she recalled how hard it was to get his attention last time and made sure to knock loudly this time around. The scientist started at the sudden sound, displeased to have his sense of flow interrupted. “What is it?!” the scientist sneered as he opened the door, but upon realizing the visitor was the one who’d fed him previously, his expression softened a bit. “Oh. It’s you.” “Melody,” the farmer reminded with a nod. “I told you I would cook you something better once my kitchen was in order.” Melody smiled as she handed him a plastic container. Daryl raised a brow and took the container, noting it was quite warm to the touch. She must have made it fresh for him.

“What is it?” he asked, gripping the lid and preparing to open it. “They’re chicken and vegetable stuffed dumplings,” she chirped. “I hope you’ll like them.” “That sounds… very favorable.” Daryl informed before he opened the lid to look inside. “They look well made. I’ll accept it.” “I’m glad. So, do you have any new experiments you want to talk about?” “…” Daryl was quite surprised she’d asked him this. After her abrupt departure previously, he’d assumed she had lost interest. “I do… Would you like to listen?” “Oo, yes, please!” Melody nodded. “Well… come inside and we shall discuss it.” The scientist opened the door wider and stepped aside to allow the other to enter. “Thank you,” Melody smiled and stepped inside. “Do not touch anything,” Daryl was quick to demand. “I won’t,” Melody assured, holding her hands behind her back. “Good,” Daryl replied, feeling more at ease to see that Melody wouldn’t be touching anything. “So, what have you been working on?” Melody asked. “I’ve been studying lightning. I am hoping to detect and attract lightning strikes whilst storing and utilizing the energy it generates,” he informed as he grabbed a fork and sat down at his little dining table. “This smells quite good.” Melody grinned. “I hope it tastes as good as it smells to you. I liked them, but I don’t know your preferences.” Daryl said nothing, instead cutting off a piece of dumpling with his fork. Placing it in his mouth, he let out a pleased hum. “Tastes as good as it smells, huh?” Melody asked with the slightest of smirks. “It does. It seems you are a competent cook.” “Thanks… If you’d rather eat first, I can come back later?” “No,” the scientist responded as he took another bite. “I can eat and discuss my work at the same time.” “Fair enough,” Melody replied with a shrug. It seemed he did indeed enjoy having someone to listen to him. Daryl was quick to begin his scientific rambling, taking bites of his meal and occasionally speaking with his mouth full. Even with his talking in between, it did not take him long to finish his meal. ‘He must really have liked it,’ Melody thought to herself as Daryl continued to discuss his findings. While Melody usually listened quietly, upon his discussion of storm clouds, she decided to chime in. “Those are… Cumulonimbus clouds, right?” Daryl blinked, a bit surprised, and nodded. “Yes. How did you know?” “Oh,” Melody chuckled weakly. “It’s kind of a dumb story…” “Learning is never dumb,” Daryl assured.

“Well…” Melody paused, wondering if she should really tell this story. “Back when I was a kid, like a little kid, I used to think those big cooling towers were cloud factories. You know, since they billowed those big big puffs of white water vapor into the sky. Anyway, I asked my dad how those cloud factories could fill the entire sky when there weren’t very many of them. It wasn’t long after that Dad took me to the library and checked out a book on clouds for me to read… I loved that book and made Dad check it out again over and over… So I kind of have that information embedded in the back of my head.” Daryl, despite himself, had begun to chuckle. “Cloud factories?” “Hey,” Melody huffed, “I said I was just a little kid at the time!” Unable to help himself. Daryl couldn’t stop chuckling. He hadn’t intended to do so and there was no malice behind it, but he was genuinely amused. Melody had since gone a bit red in the face, feeling both embarrassed and a little frustrated. “And I suppose you’ve always been smart?” she asked as she folded her arms across her chest. “I can’t say I was,” Daryl admitted. “I did learn quickly for my age range from the beginning, but I did hit a plateau of sorts in high school. The… stresses of the environment inhibited my ability to learn as quickly.” “Oog, high school,” Melody rubbed her temple. “You mean hell on earth?” “I take it you weren’t fond of it either.” “Not one bit,” she sighed. “Autism and high school was simply not a good combination.” “What do you mean?” Daryl asked, a bit confused. “I’m autistic, so socialization has never been my strong suit. Students bullied me, teachers didn’t understand me, and so many people in one place was just overwhelming for me.” “Oh… That is not unlike my own experiences.” Daryl frowned. “I know of autism, but I’ve never particularly studied it and I haven’t met another person with the condition before.” “Are you sure?” Melody asked. Daryl looked at her with a raised brow. “I mean… It’s not always obvious when someone has autism. They don’t always announce it and it can go undiagnosed quite often, especially with girls. Also, some people are good at masking their symptoms just to get by in an unaccepting world.” “I see.” “Hey,” Melody began tentatively, “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but I think you show symptoms of autism yourself.” Though he had been told not to, Daryl found himself somewhat offended. He remembered the uproar his mother once had at the notion when an old teacher had suggested it and didn’t want to be part of something so apparently negative.

“What do you mean?” he asked with a slight sneer. While Melody did wilt at his expression, she continued. “Well, for one thing, when you talk about your experiments and theories, you become so excited and chatty. You go into a great deal of detail about every aspect and you just remind me of me when someone asks about one of my special interests. You also seem to speak a little differently than most. You seem quite blunt and straight to the point when you talk. There is no beating around the bush or sugar coating for you.” “Of course I get to the point,” Daryl scoffed. “What is the point of prolonging my statements with unnecessary filler?” “I know!” Melody exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. “It’s so dumb that people expect you to draw out what you say all the time! We’re talking, not writing poetry! Get to the point!” Daryl simply stared for a moment, taken aback to see another person relate to him in such a way. “...You said you yourself have autism?” he asked. “Yes,” she nodded. “I was diagnosed pretty early on.” “And I share traits with you?” he continued. “You do,” she smiled softly. Daryl slowly nodded to himself. “I may have to investigate this farther.” “I’d actually encourage that,” Melody chirped. “I have some books about autism if you’d like to borrow them. I’ve already read them multiple times, so you can keep them as long as you need. Even if you don’t have autism yourself, you might be able to relate to our experiences and, if not, it’s just nice to learn new things. I bet someone like you can really appreciate that.” “I do,” the scientist agreed. “Do you recommend I read the books in any particular order?” “I think you can read them in any order, but I think covering the very basics first would be the wisest choice,” she nodded. “Oh,” Melody continued, “Thanks for actually taking this into consideration.. There are people who act like autism is the worst condition someone can be afflicted with and that it is the worst of insults.” Daryl averted his gaze, having felt similarly moments before, but kept this thought to himself. “If you have autism, it surely can not be bad warranted to use as an insult.” “Oh, gosh,” Melody began to lightly blush. “Plenty of people think I’m no good.” “They sound very illogical. You have only proven to be pleasant company for me thus far.”

“Aww, thank you,” she looked away sheepishly, going a deeper red. “I enjoy being around you too.” The scientist seemed to freeze. “...What?” “I-I just meant I enjoy your company. You’re fascinating to listen to and you’ve been nice enough to talk to me.” “Oh,” Daryl pushed his glasses upwards into his face. “That is-” He paused upon realizing he could not think of a thing to say. How strange for him… “Are you alright?” Melody broke the silence. “I’m fine,” Daryl responded swiftly, pushing his glasses up once more. “Just making sure,” the farmer explained. “You seemed a little flustered and I was worried I’d embarrassed you.” The scientist bristled at this comment, going red in the face as he glared daggers at the woman. “I am a logical man. I do not fluster.” He was… clearly flustered… but Melody thought it best not to confront him on it. “Of course not.” Wanting to alleviate the tension in the air, she thought on a subject change. “Do you have a favorite food?” As soon as the words left her mouth, Melody slapped herself on the forehead. ‘What a generic thing to ask,’ she thought to herself. Daryl, meanwhile, thought nothing of her question and answered her simply. “Yes. I have a fondness for fish. I enjoy it in many dishes, but have a particular fondness for sushi and tempura.” “Oh, those sound goooood.” Melody grinned. “Fish is such a good protein to work with! I like it too. I try to eat pretty healthy, but I do have a soft spot for sweets.” “I enjoy dark chocolate on occasion. Sometimes coating fruit.” “I prefer milk and white chocolate myself because they’re so much sweeter. It’s good you like dark chocolate though. It’s better for you. High in antioxidants and all that.”

“Precisely,” Daryl nodded. “Though I do like less healthy sweets as well.” “Like what?” Melody asked. “Baked goods and hard candies. Hard candy is particularly preferable as they last longer and therefor reduce the amount of sugar you ingest and price paid.” “What’s your favorite candy flavor?” “I prefer grape, but cherry is a close second.” “I love blue raspberry, but green apple is good too.” Melody paused. “I like green apples in general… Most apples, really. I actually have a few saplings on the farm.” “They should grow quickly,” Daryl informed. “There is something about Forgotten Valley that allows crops to grow quite rapidly when compared to other areas.” “Takakura told me about that. I wonder why that is.” “It is rumored there are magical creatures in the valley, but I am certain there is a scientific explanation behind it.” “Haaaa… Yeah. It’s definitely scientific,” Melody replied, neglecting to mention she’d actually met the Nature Sprites of Forgotten Valley. “Most things are,” Daryl added. “That’s why science is such an important subject.” Melody simply nodded before a long silence befell them. “...I’m not sure where to go with this conversation,” she remarked, finally breaking the silence. “I don’t either,” Daryl admitted. “Maybe we should call it a day here.” Melody suggested with a nervous chuckle. “See you again another time?” “I would not mind that.” Melody offered one last smile before making her way to the door. “Bye, Daryl! Thanks for spending time with me today!” The scientist simply nodded in goodbye, wondering why he’d found her company so pleasant today. Curious.

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Daryl Hair

While he does put off haircuts for a good deal of time, Daryl's hair is quite soft and fluffy after a fresh style and wash.

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Getting to Know the Valley- Gustafa

It was really kind of Takakura to introduce her to the residents of Forgotten Valley, Melody thought to herself as she combed her hair… but she had yet to meet everyone. She didn’t blame the older man, of course. She had been exhausted yesterday and there was only so much socialization she could handle in a day anyway. But today was a new day, the farmer mused as she placed her ponytail back in, and she needed to socialize further. If she was going to do this whole starting fresh thing properly, she would have to make some friends. Smoothing out her clothes, the new farmer pondered who she should approach first. Should she try to meet someone new… or get to know someone from the other day better? Perhaps she should visit that agricultural farm. It could be beneficial to befriend those who know what they’re doing when it comes to crops… Making her decision, Melody stepped outside her house and made her way onto the path. Before she could make her way to the bridge, however, the faint sound of a guitar caught her attention. Looking into the distance, she saw a man strumming away under a tree near a colorful yurt. "Oh, the guy playing guitar? That’s Gustafa. He’s a real character, always strummin’ some tune or another." That’s how Takakura had described him the other day. The musician hadn’t seen them, so they had passed him over. While she had been tired, Melody still felt guilty for skipping him. She should rectify that…

Deciding she could visit the agricultural farm later, Melody made her way down the path to Gustafa’s yurt. As she drew closer, the farmer got a better look at the man. He wore a large green hat adorned with a single flower and a dark pair of sunglasses sat atop his large nose. His attire reminded him of an old sixties hippie while his long hair and beard only furthered that comparison. Seemed Takakura was right about Gustafa being a character. Melody gave the man a wave and he gave her a single nod in return. She reasoned he was too busy playing his guitar to wave back. “Through the leaves and amongst the flowers We see a magical stream Whose water holds mystical powers Making it glisten and gleam”

She could hear Gustafa sing as she approached. It was a pleasant little song, so she did her best not to interrupt it. “Hey there, sister,” the musician greeted, lifting his head to address her. So much for not interrupting his song… At least he continued to strum the rhythm. “You must be the new farmer. Melody, right?” Gustafa inquired with a smile. “That’s right,�� Melody nodded. “Right on. I love a good melody,” the man chuckled, “if it wasn’t already obvious.” “Oh,” Melody laughed with a hint of nervousness. “We should get along then.” “Right on,” the musician smiled. “I’m Gustafa. I didn’t catch you the other day.” “Sorry,” Melody frowned, averting her gaze as a light blush took over her features. “I didn’t want to interrupt you when you were busy with your music. I wasn’t trying to ignore you or make you feel left out or anything.” “Hey now,” Gustafa responded with a soft smile, “It’s all groovy, man. I didn’t think you meant anything by it.” “Oh,” the woman sighed into an awkward chuckle. “Do you mind if I sit here?” “Go right ahead,” he welcomed as he continue to strum on his guitar. “Did you just want to groove to my tunes or…?” “I was actually hoping to talk to you,” Melody scratched behind her ear and averted her gaze again. “S-since I’m new here, I was hoping to make some friends… n-not that I’m insinuating you have to be my friend or anything! I just meant it would be nice to have- I mean…!” Gustafa couldn’t help but chuckle at the poor woman’s display. The poor thing was blushing immensely and it was completely unnecessary. He wasn’t bothered. “No need to worry, my friend. We can chat as much as you want. What’s up with you?” “Oh,” Melody let out a sigh of relief, placing a hand to her chest. “Not much, really.” She stopped and shook her head. She shouldn’t try to end the conversation so quickly. “I mean… actually a lot is going on. With the farm and everything. B-but I don’t want to bother you with my life story or anything.” Gustafa chuckled as he strummed away. “Like I said, there’s no need to worry. Talk to your heart’s content. As long as I can keep playing, everything’s groovy.”

“O-oh. Okay,” Melody managed to smile a little. The other seemed genuine. “Well, my dad used to tell me about a farm he ran with Takakura way back when. I’ve always been curious about it, so after Dad passed and I had a bit of trouble, I figured I’d start fresh here. I already have a cow and a puppy!” “Sorry about your troubles, but I’m glad you have your animals. Animals are far out. They can have a better appreciation for music than humans sometimes.” Melody chuckled. “You reeeally like music, huh?” “Mm-hm,” he hummed with a nod. “Me too!” the new farmer chirped. “Really?” Gustafa looked up to her with a wide smile. “Groovy, man. Groovy. So, what do you think of my music? Is it your scene?” “It’s really relaxing, actually. It’s like… calm with a little bit of bounce. Not a boring kind of calm or anything, just calm… Sorry. I’m not that knowledgeable on the technical aspects of music, but… I like it! I listen to different kinds of music based on what I’m doing or feeling or just have stuck in my head, so I guess I’d say it’s my scene sometimes… Like now!” “I’m glad to hear that. I really dig relaxing music the most. Nothing like zoning out and letting the music take you away.” “It is a nice feeling,” Melody agreed with a smile. “Your music definitely has that vibe.” “Thanks, man. I try to make music that people can lose their worries to.” “Well, it’s certainly working for me,” she informed. “I think I’m having an easier time talking to you than most.” The young woman paused with a frown. “I hope that’s not too weird for you or anything. I just have autism and talking to people can make me nervous sometimes.” “Nah, man. I’m glad I can help out. Feel free to listen to my tunes as long as you like.” “I’ll take you up on that,” Melody smiled and listened as Gustafa resumed his singing. As he sang, Melody found herself swaying just slightly as the calming effect took hold. She waited until his next song to end before speaking up again. “Hey, Gustafa?” “Yeah?” “I think I should probably get going. If I stay here all day, I won’t get to know anyone else,” she chuckled.

“Not a problem, Melody. Thanks for taking time to chill with me. Feel free to stop by again anytime.” “I will,” she chirped, standing up and waving him goodbye. Hopefully her other interactions can go half as well!

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Story List

(In chronological order of events.) Main Story Getting to Know the Valley- Gustafa Getting to Know the Valley- Daryl Better Knowing the Valley- Daryl So Soon?- Daryl

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Getting to Know the Valley- Daryl

Takakura had told Melody there was a scientist in Forgotten Valley, but he gave her very little information… next to none, really. All she knew was that Takakura thought him an oddball and she apparently shouldn’t ask about his experiments. The farmer found herself wondering why she shouldn’t ask about his experiments… among other things. What was his name? Was he nice? What did he look like? What were his experiments? She would find out soon… hopefully. Standing outside the laboratory, Melody smoothed down her hair and straightened her shirt, hoping to make a good first impression. After taking a deep breath, she knocked on the metal door and waited for a response… There was none. Perhaps he wasn’t home. Maybe he was out doing research or getting supplies for his experiments. She found herself surprisingly disappointed. It may have been a social interaction, but she was looking forward to meeting a mad scientist in real life. Letting out a sigh, she decided it best to be sure he really wasn’t home before leaving. “Hello?” she called out. ...Nothing… She placed her ear to the door and heard footsteps and electronic buzzing… though some of that buzzing could be his machinery outside the lab… She gave another knock. ...Nothing… “What are the odds this is unlocked?” Melody quietly mused to herself as she tried the door. ...It opened.

Peeking through the crack in the door, she caught sight of the man in question. He certainly had the mad scientist aesthetic, she thought to herself. The man was about her height… maybe a bit taller if he wasn’t hunching over… with wild black hair and bushy eyebrows. He paced back and forth, muttering what sounded like scientific gibberish, while his dirty tattered lab coat waved behind him. His shoes seemed to be falling apart and his tie had a massive tear in it. The man clearly did not put much value into his attire… At least, not in the moment. But that didn’t matter to her. It should be what’s inside that counts. Besides, he was probably too bust to focus on his appearance anyway. After all, he still hadn’t noticed her. Melody cleared her throat and spoke out with a loud, “Hello?” “Jumping joules!” the man jumped, whipping around to face her with wide eyes. Oh, this was definitely a scientist… “Oh… You’re that new farmer.” “Yes,” the young woman nodded, “I’m Melody. Sorry for interrupting you. I’m just trying to talk to everyone in the Valley at least once; socialize a bit.” “Hm… My name is Daryl. I’m a scientist. There. You’ve spoken with me,” he remarked bluntly. “If that’s all you’re here for, you can leave now. I’m thinking.” Melody’s shoulder’s slumped, curiosity not yet sated. “Um, well,” she rubbed the back of her neck. She really didn’t want to intrude, but…”I was actually hoping to talk to you a little more than that; ask you what science you study and that sort of thing.” Daryl lifted a finger and opened his mouth, prepared to tell her he had no time for this and she should leave… but he stopped himself. “What science do I study?” he repeated, as though he couldn’t believe she had asked him that, “Yes,” Melody nodded. “I’m really curious.” “Oh…” Daryl blinked. “I primarily focus on thermodynamics, but I take interest in and understand all sciences. My current point of interest is the acquisition and storage of energy. I’m making great progress in my research and am bound to revolutionize the world of energy as we know it!” “Oh, wow!” Melody exclaimed. “That sounds wonderful! And fascinating!” Daryl looked at the woman as though she’d sprouted a second head. “What?” Melody asked, leaning away slightly. She wasn’t fond of being stared at. “You’re… interested in my research?” Melody slowly nodded. “But you’re a farmer.” “Well, yes. I mean, I just started being one, but yes.”

“Whatever the case, you’re not a scientist.” “No, but I still find science interesting. I may not understand it all, but I’d like to hear about your research, if you’re willing. “Would you like to hear about my experiments?” Daryl asked with a ghost of a smile. “Yes, please,” Melody chirped. Oh, wait. Oops… She wasn’t supposed to ask about those. Hopefully his experiments weren’t cruel to animals or something along those lines… “My most recent experiment focused on water based energy,” Daryl began, visibly lighting up at the opportunity to discuss his research… and discuss it he did. The man went into great detail about his experiences and theories, confidently asserting his findings and flaunting his scientific vocabulary. While Melody didn’t understand the entirety of what Daryl had said, she believed she got the gist. Why had Takakura told her not to ask about his experiments? Were his explanations too complicated? Did he talk too much for Takakura’s liking? Takakura did seem to be more of the quiet type, after all. Whatever his reasoning was, Melody knew she’d go against it. Daryl just seemed so happy to share his work and Melody just couldn’t deny him that. He almost struck her as someone with autism rambling about their special interest. Was he autistic too? As Daryl spoke, Melody listened intently, nodding along to whatever he said. Her focus waned, however, when a repeated sound caught her attention. His stomach was growling… and he seemed completely oblivious to it. ...Maybe he was autistic… “Are you hungry?” Melody asked during a lull in the man’s ramble. “Hm? Oh, yes. I have to ration my food to allow myself a budget for my research,” Daryl casually remarked before pointing to his chalkboard. “And if you take this equation into account-” “Do you have any food allergies or intolerances?” Melody interrupted, causing the scientist to bristle. “No. Now, if you look at the equation here…” From that point on, Melody was unable to focus on him at all. She did her best to focus, but her mind was on something else entirely.

“Do you mind if we continue this another time?” she asked, causing Daryl’s smile to fall. He thought he’d found someone who was truly interested in his research, but it seemed she’d grown bored, just like all the others. Oh well. “You may leave,” Daryl permitted. “It’s best I get back to work anyway.” Melody nodded and headed out, telling him goodbye before closing the door behind her. Daryl didn’t think much of the woman’s departure, managing to forget about her completely mere minutes later as he dove back into his research. It wasn’t until he heard a loud knock on his door that the thought of a visitor even occurred to him. He didn’t need this… “I’m busy!” Daryl shouted at whoever was outside his door, hoping they would leave him alone. “I have food,” a woman’s voice shouted back. “Food?” Daryl repeated to himself before promptly dropping what he was doing to rush to the door and open it. “Is the food free? Speak up!” Melody shrank back with the scientist’s demand, nervously nodding and handing him a paper bag. “It’s not much; just a sandwich and an apple, but my kitchen isn’t fully stocked yet.” “I’ll take it!” Daryl declared, snatching the bag and looking inside. “It’s sufficient.” “I’ll try to get you something better when my kitchen is properly stocked,” Melody offered sheepishly. Daryl didn’t stop to wonder why this farmer was offering him food in the first place and instead removed the sandwich from the bag to take a bite. Upon taking a bite, he seemed to freeze up, eyes widening. This worried and she tentatively asked, “Are you okay?” “It is delicious!” the scientist announced before chewing and swallowing, hastily taking another bite after. “Oh,” Melody sighed in relief, thankful he liked the food. “I’m glad. I didn’t know your food preferences, so I just made something I like. That’s what my kitchen has in it, after all.” Daryl simply nodded as he wolfed down the sandwich. ‘Poor guy really was hungry,’ Melody thought to herself.

“Well, I should probably leave you to eat,” the farmer chuckled, scratching the back of her scalp. “Yu welgum ba,” Daryl replied, cheeks stuffed with food. “What?” Melody cocked her head. Daryl held up a single finger, chewing what was left in his mouth and swallowing, allowing him to speak clearly. “I said, ‘You’re welcome back,’ … provided I am not too busy.” Oh? She hadn’t expected the scientist to tolerate her enough to welcome her back! Smiling widely, she offered him a nod. “I’ll have to take you up on that sometime! For now, enjoy your meal!” Daryl nodded while Melody waved goodbye with a smile.

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A Wonderful Life Daryl/Farmer: Works In Progress

(These stories will be uploaded on their own with proper titles when they are absolutely complete.) Untitled Daryl/Melody 1

Takakura had told Melody of the scientist in the valley, but she had yet to meet him. She had no idea what he looked like or what he was like, All Takakura had informed her of was that it was best not to ask about his experiments… Why? She gave a knock on the metal door and waited a few moments for a response… There was none. Placing her ear to the door, she could hear footsteps and electronic buzzing. “Hello?” she spoke hesitantly… Nothing. He was in there, she was sure. “...Hello,” she uttered quietly as she opened the door. Upon peeking inside, she saw a shorter man with wild black hair pacing back and forth. His lab coat was tattered and dirty with mismatched socks and shoes that were falling apart. His tie was loose while part of his shirt was untucked. The man clearly didn’t put much value in his appearance, at least, not in the moment. Not that such a thing mattered to her. He was probably too busy to focus on aesthetics anyway. He didn’t even notice her, after all. “Hello?” she finally spoke up again, managing to get his attention. “Hm?!” the scientist turned to face her with wide eyes. “Oh… you’re that new farmer.” “Melody,” she nodded. “I’m trying to talk to everyone in the Valley at least once.” “Daryl. Well, you’ve spoken with me,” he stated bluntly. “If that’s all you’re here for, you can leave now. I’m thinking.” Melody slumped and rubbed the back of her neck. “I was actually hoping to talk to you a little more than that. What kind of science do you practice?” Daryl opened his mouth to tell her he had no time, but stopped himself. “What science do I practice?” he repeated, blinking. Melody nodded. “I primarily focus on thermodynamics, but I take interest in all sciences. I am hoping to find more effective methods for energy storage and acquisition. It’s really quite fascinating,” he informed. “Sounds like it!” Melody chirped. Daryl blinked, dumbfounded that she had any sort of interest. “...But you’re a farmer.” “Yes?” “Not a scientist.” “I can still find things interesting even if I don’t specialize in them,” she chuckled. Daryl slowly nodded. “So you would be interested in my experiments?”

“In learning about them, sure.” Oops. Takakura said not to ask… Hopefully his experiments weren’t too mean to animals or anyth- Daryl visibly lit up and confidently rambled about his latest trek into water based energy, going into vivid detail and using a great deal of technical jargon and long scientific words. Melody didn’t understand the entirety of what Daryl was talking about, but thought she got the gist. Is this why Takakura said not to ask him about his experiments; his explanations were complicated? Or perhaps Daryl talked too much for his liking? Takakura seemed like more of the quiet type, after all… Whatever the reason, she’d have to ask again. Daryl seemed so happy to share his work and Melody just couldn’t deny him that. Though she didn’t fully understand, Melody nodded her head as she listened, but there was something that made her tilt her head. Her confusion had nothing to do with what he was saying, but rather the growling of his stomach and his apparent obliviousness to it. “Are you hungry?” Melody asked during a lull in his ramble. “Hm? Oh, yes. I have to strain my food budget it I’m to make progress in my research,” he casually remarked before pointing to his chalkboard. “And if you take this equation into account-” “Do you have any food allergies or intolerances?” Daryl bristled at being interrupted. “No. Now, if you look at the equation here…” From that point on, Melody partially tuned Daryl out. She hadn’t intended to, but her mind was wandering elsewhere. “Do you mind if we continue this another time?” she asked, causing Daryl’s smile to fall into a more neutral expression. She must have grown bored, he reasoned. “You can leave,” he permitted. “It’s best I get back to work anyway.” Melody nodded and headed out, offering a, “Bye, Daryl,” before closing the door behind her. Daryl didn’t think much of her departure, managing to forget about her mere minutes later as he dove back into his work. It wasn’t until he heard a loud knock on his door that the thought of a visitor crossed his mind again. He didn’t need this. “I’m busy,” he shouted to whoever was waiting outside his door. “I have food,” a woman’s voice spoke up.

Food? The scientist dropped what he was doing to rush to the door and open it. “Is it free? Speak up!” Melody started a bit, but nodded and handed him a paper bag. “It’s not much, just a sandwich and apple, but my kitchen isn’t fully together yet.” “I’ll take it,” Daryl declared, taking the bag and looking inside. “It’s sufficient.” “I’ll try to get you something better when my kitchen is properly stocked,” Melody offered sheepishly. Daryl didn’t stop to think why this farmer was offering him food in the first place, simply removing the sandwich from the bag and taking a bite. He paused with wide eyes, causing Melody to worry. “Are you okay?” “It’s… delicious!” Daryl announced before hastily taking another bite. “Oh,” Melody sighed in relief. “I’m glad. I didn’t know your food preferences, so I just made it the way I like it. That’s what my kitchen has in it, after all.” Daryl simply nodded, wolfing down the sandwich. “Well, I should probably leave you be to eat,” the farmer chuckled awkwardly.” “Yu welgum ba,” Daryl called after with stuffed cheeks. “What?” A few more chews and a swallow later, he was able to speak properly. “I said, ‘You’re welcome back,’… provided I am not too busy.” Oh? She certainly hadn’t expected that! She smiled widely and nodded. “I’ll take you up on that sometime! For now, enjoy your meal,” she waved and headed back towards her farm.

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“Well, I usually try to avoid gossip…” Gustafa began, chatting with Molly in the Bluebird Cafe. “Oh?” the blonde’s eyebrows rose, leaving over the counter to better hear the musician’s juicy details. “Buuut?” “This is more of a hopeful speculation,” he chuckled a bit. “I don’t know anything for sure, but I think someone in the Valley has fallen in love.” Molly squealed in excitement. “Oh, that’s wonderful! Is it you?” Gustafa laughed nervously. “No, no. I doubt I’ll ever settle down, man. I feel so much love for everyone and everything. That’s enough for me.” “Well, I suppose you wouldn’t be telling me if it was you,” Molly mused aloud. “So, who is it? Dish!” “Ha ha. Well, okay. Just don’t quote me. I think Melody has a crush on someone.” Another squeal from Molly. “On who?!” “I don’t know, but she just seems so happy now. It’s like she has a whole new love of life. Her eyes practically sparkle and she’s always asking me to play love songs when she visits.” “Oooo,” Molly cooed. “We’ll have to investigate.” “No, no,” Gustafa pulled his hat down. “Let’s not stick our noses where they don’t belong.” “I guess I’ll just have to ask someone else,” she sighed. “And Melody is usually the one I’d go to for something like this…” “Melody gossips?” Gustafa asked in disbelief. “Well, not really,” Molly admitted. “But she does listen to me speculate.” “Don’t tell her I said anything, okay? I don’t want her cross with me.” “Cross my heart,” Molly gestured. “Interesting…” Daryl muttered to himself from just outside the Bluebird Cafe. He hadn’t been planning to eavesdrop, but Molly’s squeal caught his attention and Melody’s name piqued his interest. He’d need to investigate. “I need your help with something,” Daryl announced when the farmer opened her door. “Daryl? Oh, uh, I’ll help however I can? I’m not busy right now.” “Good. Come with me.” The scientist didn’t wait for a response before speed walking to his lab, assuming she would follow. “What’s going on?” Melody asked as they arrived at his lab. “I’ve never seen you move so fast.”

“I must strike while the iron is hot!” Daryl explained, pulling out a blood pressure cuff. “I need to examine you.” “What?!” she squawked. “Oh, calm down. I need stable readings for this.” “Sorry, sorry,” Melody took a deep breath and tried to steady her nerves, despite her confusion. “You are a healthy young woman with no underlying health conditions, is that correct?” Daryl asked as he placed the cuff on her arm and donned a stethoscope. “I think so? But what does that have to do with-” “Shh!” the scientist shushed, tightening the cuff around her arm as he listened. Melody stayed quiet as he got his reading, removing the cuff and jotting down the result. “Open,” Daryl held out an oral thermometer. Melody did as instructed and placing the thermometer under her tongue. Keeping her mouth shut, she hoped Daryl would explain himself. “I need to get a baseline before we continue. You have a unique mental state I wish to study further.” “What do you mean?” she asked after the thermometer beeped. “Ninety-eight point six,” Daryl read aloud as he took the thermometer back and disposed of the cover. “I’ll tell you in a moment. I first want to observe how you are when your mental state is unaltered.” “Unaltered? Are you going to drug me?!” “Of course not!” he scoffed. “You are the one altering your own mental state and I will explain momentarily.” Well, that was a relief… sort of. “Now, I want you to repeat after me. How, now, brown, cow.” “How, now, brown, cow.” “What direction is north?” “Up.” “South?” “Down.”

“East? West?” “Right. Left.” “Very good,” Daryl nodded. “Take a deep breath and calm any nerves you have.” Melody did as instructed, closing her eyes and allowing him to check her heartbeat. “All seems normal. Just a few more tests.” “Could you please tell me what’s going on?” Melody whined. Daryl huffed. “Very well. Simply remove your gloves and show me the palms of your hands and I will explain.” Melody rolled her eyes, getting frustrated with the whole situation, and did as instructed. “Looks normal. Very well,” he jotted something down before looking back to her. “I want to see the effects of infatuation on the human body in real time.” “What?! Who said anything about me being infatuated?” “I have my sources,” Daryl stated simply. “Is it true?” “Is what true?” she played dumb. What all did Daryl know already? “That you are experiencing a crush on someone. I don’t need to know who. Just a yes or no answer. Are you infatuated with someone right now?” Oh, good, he didn’t know everything… Averting her gaze, she nodded, squeaking out a simple, “Yes.” “Perfect,” Daryl grinned. “Then the tests can begin!” “What kind of tests?” “Nothing too difficult, I would hope. I simply want you to picture the object of your affection in your mind. Again, I do not need to know who.” Melody nodded and did as instructed… not difficult when he was standing right there. “Alright. Now let me look you over. Hmm…” Daryl looked her directly in the eyes, narrowing his own and creasing his brows. “Wow! Your pupils dilated from thought alone!” he announced with glee. “Fascinating! I can only imagine how you would react if your crush was right here!”

“Yeah. Ah ha haaa…” Melody tried to laugh off the idea. “And you’ve become flushed already!” Daryl cheered. “Is it really that obvious?” Melody folded her arms and averted her gaze, only turning a deeper scarlet. “It is! Wa-hoo!” he clapped. “You’re doing great! I’m getting great information from this!” The farmer tried not to smile at that, she really did. But getting Daryl’s approval caused her to flash those pearly whites. “Glad to be of assistance,” she squeaked. “And your speech has become affected! Can you still speak coherently? What words did I have you repeat earlier?” Oh darn it! What was it?! It was so easy! “U-um… You.. Y-you told me to repeat… words that rhyme?” “Stuttering and memory issues. Interesting… Let’s get your blood pressure again.” Melody simply nodded, trying to calm herself. That probably went against what Daryl wanted, but she was failing anyway. “Escalated; just as expected!” “Mm-hm,” she squeaked. “Onto your heart rate. We’ll see if that picked up too.” As Daryl placed the stethoscope to her chest, Melody couldn’t stop her heart from fluttering further. Not only was she flustered already, but he was so close to her… listening to her heart beat for him… even if he didn’t know. “That’s sky rocketed! My goodness; you’re a textbook case! Hang on…. Hold your palms out.” Melody nodded quietly and held out her trembling hands. “Shaking and sweaty,” he mused aloud. “Just how uncontrollable are the tremors?” Taking her hands in his own, he asked, “Can I keep them steady?” Oh, goddess… He was holding her hands! It felt… calming, actually. Daryl looked at her in befuddlement. “Hm? You seem… more stable now. I didn’t think physical intervention would stop the shaking so effectively."

He took his hands off hers and observed. They were certainly less shaky. “Interesting,” Daryl scribbled down his thoughts. “You seem to be calming down again. Did you stop thinking about the object of your affection?” “No,” she responded with a dreamy smile, “Fascinating… You are still quite red though. Are you feeling overheated?” “Very,” Melody fanned herself with her hand. “This is… rather exhausting… but not necessarily bad.” “Oh?” Daryl questioned as he wet a towel under the sink. “What does it feel like?” “It’s like-” she paused, looking at the towel he’d placed in her hand. “...You’re not fighting an infection, so it shouldn’t harm anything if you cool down.” “Oh, thank you,” Melody placed the towel to her face, taking a deep breath and allowing the cooler temperature to soothe her. “That was sweet of you.” “...What?” Daryl asked, freezing in place. “I said that was sweet of you?” Melody repeated, opening her eyes. Daryl looked… almost frightened… like he didn’t understand or know what to do. “What do-” he cleared his throat, “What do you mean?” Melody blinked and cocked her head, doing her best to explain. “You asked how I was feeling without provocation, then helped me feel better. You didn’t have to do that. It was selfless of you. And sweet.” “Oh,” he scratched his cheek, which he could swear felt warmer… “S-sor- I mean… You’re wel-” Why couldn’t he speak now? Oh-ho! Now look who was flustered! Rather than gloat, she simply smiled. “I think I know a little how to explain it. Take how you feel after my compliment.” “O-oh?” “You’ve gone a bit flushed,” she calmly remarked, borrowing his stethoscope and placing it to his chest. “And your heart is going a little fast, I think.” “I have? It is?” He scratched the back of his head.

She nodded. “But does it feel bad?” “N-no,” he stammered, averting his gaze. “I-it’s stressful… but I’m not upset you said that.” “Exactly!” she chirped. “That’s kind of what having a crush feels like! Flustered, but not bad.” “I’m not flustered,” he grumbled, folding his arms. “I’m a man of science. It would take a lot to rattle me. I’m fine.” Melody simply shrugged. “If you say so.” “I do,” Daryl huffed. Melody thought a moment before asking, “Do you have any more tests you want to do right now?” “No. No. I should have plenty of information to review with this.” “Then I should probably get out of your hair so you can get to work.” “Probably,” Daryl repeated. Melody nodded and gave him back the towel, heading out to allow Daryl to think about things. “See you soon,” she smiled and closed the door. “…” Daryl let out a sigh, not realizing he had been holding his breath. He looked at the towel in his hand then placed it to his face. Why did he feel hot so suddenly?

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A Wonderful Life Gustafa/Farmer: Works In Progress

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Melody thought on how she didn't really meet everyone the other day. Sure, she got a few words in with the residents here and there and they all knew her name now, but they didn't really know each other yet. If she was going to do this whole starting fresh thing right, she would have to make some friends. Stepping out of her new farm, the young woman pondered who she should talk to first. As she took to the path, she spotted someone who she wasn't truly introduced to yet. "Oh, the guy playing guitar? That’s Gustafa. He’s a real character, always strummin’ some tune or another."

That's how Takakura had described him when she heard his music from behind a tree. If she hadn't been so tired... and worried about interrupting him, she'd have approached him then. But now she had a decent amount of energy and he was facing her this time, albeit from a distance. Making her way down the path, she gave a wave to the bearded man, who gave her a nod in return. He couldn't really wave and play his guitar at the same time. As she drew closer, she could better hear his music. It was a nice, relaxing little tune with lyrics about magic and nature. "Hey there, sister," Gustafa greeted before she could, looking up from his spot in the grass. "You must be Melody. Ha ha. I've always liked melodies, in case you couldn't tell." "O-oh. We should get along then," Melody smiled, but with a hint of nervousness. "Right on. I'm Gustafa. I didn't catch you the other day." "Sorry," she frowned, looking away. "I was afraid of interrupting you. I don't want you to think I was ignoring you." "Woooah there. You need to relax. I don't think that at all. It's all groovy, man." "Oh." Melody sighed into a nervous laugh. "You mind if I sit here?" "Go right ahead," he smiled and continued to strum on his guitar. "Did you want to listen or...?" "I... was hoping to talk to you. S-since I'm new here, I was hoping to make some friends... not that I'm insinuating you have to be my friend or anything! I just meant it would be nice to have- I mean! ... " Gustafa chuckled at the poor woman's display. "No need to worry, my friend. We can chat as much as you want. What's up?" "O-oh, not much," she rubbed her arm, avoiding eye contact. "Well, I mean... actually a lot. With the farm and everything. But I don't want to bore you with my life story or anything." Gustafa chuckled as he strummed away. "Like I said, there's no need to worry. Talk to your heart's desire. As long as I can keep playing, everything's groovy." "O-oh. Okay," Melody smiled slightly. He seemed genuine. "Well, my dad used to tell me about a farm he ran with Takakura way back when. I've always been curious about it and after he passed and I was having some trouble, I figured I'd start fresh here. I already have a cow and a dog!" "Far out, man. I love animals. They can have a better appreciation for music than humans sometimes." "You really like music, huh?" "Mm-hm," he hummed. "Me too!" Melody chirped. "Really?" he looked up to her with a smile. "Groovy, man. Groovy. So, what do you think of my music? Is it your scene?" "It's really relaxing, actually. It's like... calm with a little bit of bounce? Not a boring kind of calm, but calm... I like it! I listen to different kinds of music based on what I'm doing or feeling, so I guess I'd say it's my scene sometimes." "I'm glad to hear that. I really dig relaxing music the most. Nothing like zoning out and letting the music take you away." "It is a nice feeling," Melody smiled. "Yours definitely has that vibe." "Thanks, man. I try to make music that people can lose their worries to." Well, it's certainly working for me," she added. "I think I'm having an easier time talking to you than most... I hope that's not weird for you or anything. I just have autism and talking to people can make me nervous." "Nah, man. Glad I could help out. Feel free to listen to my tunes as long as you like." With that, Gustafa resumed singing as Melody let the calming effect take hold. After another song, Melody spoke up. "Hey, Gustafa?" "Yeah?" "I think I should probably get going. If I stay here all day, I won't get to know anyone else," she chuckled. "No problem, Melody. Thanks for chilling with me. Stop by again anytime." Giving him a nod, Melody stood and left with a smile. She hoped her other interactions could go half as well.

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"Hi, Miss Melody!" young Hugh called from the forest path adjacent to her farm, waving enthusiastically. "Oh! Hi, Hugh!" Melody chirped and waved back, happy to be acknowledged, but curious as to why he addressed her this time. "Are you takin' a break soon?" "I am, actually. Why do you ask?" The child beamed, revealing missing teeth. "Can you play with me?! Mom got me a doctor's kit! It has a sthte-thoscope and everything!" "Well, I was actually about to visit a friend. Maybe we can play later?" she offered with a sheepish smile. "Aw," the little boy slumped. "That's what everyone else said." Melody frowned softly, not wanting to let the kid down. She really would play with him later, but she couldn't prove that. "Maybe we can play together at Gustafa's yurt? I told him I'd visit today and I doubt he'd mind a surprise visitor!" "Okay!" Hugh chirped before shouting, "Race you!" Melody laughed and ran after the boy, wondering if she could actually win if she tried. The kid was trained by an athlete after all. "Yay! I won!" the boy jumped up and down upon reaching Gustafa's yurt. Gustafa chuckled as he watched the boy celebrate before turning his attention to the young woman playfully huffing and puffing behind him. "Aw, man! I lost!" Melody snapped her fingers in mock frustration. "No worries, Melody," Gustafa assured. "Hugh here is a running professional. It'll take some serious training to take him on." "Yeah, maybe I'll stand a chance in a few years." "Don't worry, Miss! You just need to practice! Practice makes perfect! That's what Dad says!" Hugh chirped. Melody nodded and gave Gustafa a wink once she was sure he was looking. It was nice of him to join in. Gustafa nodded in return before properly initiating conversation. "So, are you two going to race all day?" he smiled. "Good exercise, man."

Melody smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of her head. "Actually, I think Hugh wanted to play doctor." The child nodded and presented the toy doctor's kit. "But I didn't want to go back on our visit," Melody continued. "So I figured we could all play together." Hugh and Melody both looked to Gustafa with pleading eyes. The man laughed and placed his guitar back on its strap. "How can I say no to those faces?" he remarked as he stood, walking over to Hugh. "So, what do we do first, Doctor?" The boy smiled widely, bouncing up and down in place. "Okay! So, so! I need to give you an examination! You're gonna be my assistant and I need to make sure you're healthy first. Sit down while I examine you." "Sure thing, Doctor," Gustafa chuckled and sat on one of the little wooden seats he rarely used. Something about sitting in grass, man... "Okay! I'm gonna take your tempature first." The child opened the little plastic case and took out a little strip, standing on his tip toes to place it on Gustafa's forehead, tilting his hat up a bit. "Hmm..." Hugh hummed as he 'read' the strip. "Good tempature!" Taking the strip back, he rummaged through the kit. "What do you do next, Doctor?" Melody asked, leaning against Gustafa's usual tree as she observed. This was adorable. Gustafa really was the sweetest guy... "Reflexes," Hugh chirped, proudly holding up the little toy mallet. "Will it hurt?" Gustafa feigned worry. "Nope! It'll just be a little tap," Hugh assured as he gave Gustafa's knee a little tap. Though he was hit in the wrong spot, the musician still kicked his leg. "See?! Didn't hurt!" Hugh repeated as he did the same for the other knee. Gustafa did as he did before. "Your reflexes are good!" Hugh nodded.

Melody giggled. This really was the cutest thing! "You're being a very good boy, Gustafa," she couldn't help but tease. "I'm just setting a good example for you," he teased right back. "Now we gotta check your heart," Hugh informed as he pulled out the toy stethoscope. As he placed the stethoscope to Gustafa's chest, he let out a "whoooaaaa." "What is it, Doc?" Gustafa asked. "I can really hear your heart with this!" "Oh, groovy, man. How's it sound?" "Sounds healthy! You're all good, Mister Gustafa! I'm givin' you a clean bill o' health!" the young boy declared with a proud pose of hands on his hips. "Next patient, please." "Thank you, Doctor," Gustafa stood and traded places with Melody. "Okay, assistant! You can take Miss Melody's tempature while I test her reflexes!" Gustafa chuckled with an, "Okay." Digging into the little doctor's kit, the man found the little thermometer strip and knelt down to place it on Melody's forehead. Oh, goodness... He was so close to her... When Hugh tapped Melody's knee, she didn't think to kick, momentarily distracted. "Oh. You might be sick. You didn't kick when I hit your knee," Hugh pointed out as he scratched his head. "Lemme check your tempature. Assistant?" Gustafa handed over the little strip. "Hmmmm... Looks like you got a fever. Let's check your heart to see if that's okay." Placing the stethoscope to her chest, the boy hummed to himself. "It sounds a little different," Hugh blinked, handing the stethoscope to Gustafa. "Oh, dear," the musician played along, placing the pieces in his ears and listening for himself. The stethoscope was so short that Gustafa had to lean in close to use it. This hadn't been a problem with Hugh, but having Gustafa so close was making her feel... different. Good different... Kind of scary different. "Hm?" Gustafa frowned as he listened. BA-BUMP BA-BUMP BA-BUMP "It sounds pretty fast..." he announced, growing concerned. "Are you feeling okay?" While she wanted to assure the two nothing was wrong, Melody found herself tongue tied, only able to nod. "Are you sure? You've gone red too. Do you really have a fever?" He placed his hand to Melody's forehead, feeling the heat radiating from her skin and spreading across her face. "You're pretty warm there, Melody. Maybe we should see Doctor Baddoch." "N-n-no no!" Melody stammered. "I'm fine! I'm fine!"

#Harvest Moon #Story of Seasons #A Wonderful Life #Gustafa

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