Debuffed Farmer

It was morning.

My eyes actually adjusted to the light that easily penetrated through the plentiful number of holes littering the walls of our hut. The two girls were still sound asleep… wait, this situation does not look good. Despite there being no ill will, I would quickly be labelled at least a playboy in this situation.

Let’s just hope no one saw me like this.

I kicked the weak bed frame.

“Seria, let’s go.”

“H-huh…? What?”

“Get up, we’re going to the city.”

“Five more mi—”

“Actually you probably could rest for a few more minutes. I did need to go harvest my plants first.”

She looked up at me with a lead-poisoning stare.

Whoops.

I made my way around the side of the hut, looking at the beans I had planted earlier. To my surprise, all of them had grown. I guess these plants were stronger and more consistent than actual plants since I thought at least a few of them would cark it before I harvest them.

[+90 EXP]

With 45 more EXP Beans, I guess I’d give half to Seria and plant the other half. Planting 22 in the ground, I took out my dodgy [Infinite Watering Can] and splashed some lovely H2O on them.

[+7 EXP]

[EXP Until Next Level: 25]

I made my way back inside.

“Seria, it’s time to get up now.”

“Five more mi—”

“We’re not doing this again.”

I pulled her by her pointlessly-long blonde hair. It certainly worked to wake her up, dragging half her body off of the wooden platform (bed).

“What the fuck!”

Clapping me in the stomach, she let out all her anger. It hurt a bit.

“Isn’t it common courtesy not to pull a girl by their hair?!”

“It was a serious situation.”

“What serious situation?! I was just getting up!”

Awoken by the commotion, the unnamed girl from last night got up. I was finally able to confirm that her hair was in fact not black—it was actually pink, which was not one of the colours on the colour wheel that I expected.

“What’s going on?”

“We’re going to the city.”

“So what are you going to do with me?”

“What am I going to do with you? What do you even mean?”

“Are you going to leave me?”

“Of course we’re going to leave you. I’m not adopting you, you weird child.”

“But you’re staying with that other girl!”

“What? Seria?”

“Yeah, why is she staying with you and you won’t let me?”

“What are you saying? Are you horny?”

She shot me an expression so cold it could freeze the oceans over. It was the second time a girl had glared at me today. Still, why was she being so adamant about staying with me? It was like a hyper-severe case of FOMO—which wasn’t necessarily unexpected from someone her age—but definitely unexpected in this context.

“Okay, let me rephrase. I don’t have anywhere to go and I gave you my last silver coin.”

“Just go back home.”

“I can’t do that! Then my parents will think I’ve got no backbone.”

“Seriously…”

Seria came over.

“Why don’t we just let her join us? I’m sure she’s much more pleasant than you are.”

“You guys are like the same type. It’ll mess up the comedic balance of the story.”

“What?”

It’s already hard enough to differentiate between the two of you speaking. At this rate, the story’s going to end up having dialogue tags—disgusting. Still, it’s going to be hard to get rid of this pinkie.

“What even happened between you and your parents, artificial pinkie.”

“Don’t call me artificial pinkie, this is my natural hair colour.”

“Okay, whatever. Why are you running away from home?”

“My brother ate the last biscuit from the cookie jar.”

What?

Also, what was up with the two different localisations of the word for a crunchy, doughy snack? Just stick with either British or American, having both in the same sentence doesn’t make any sense.

She laughed.

“I’m just kidding. It’s because they won’t let me date the boy I like.”

“Just do it in secret. Also, both of those reasons are equally as pointless.”

“Says who? They don’t respect my wishes. So I’m running away.”

“Why don’t you run to your boyfriend’s house? My house is already at maximum capacity, and so is my party.”

“You’ve literally only got one other person.”

“That’s more than enough for me. Also, stop only responding to the second half of my statements. I keep having to repeat myself!”

“What did you say again?”

“Go live with your boyfriend.”

“Nah, ‘cause he’ll think I’m immature.”

“Bro. You are immature. Be a normal person and just date him in secret.”

She suddenly began to act bashful.

“Aw, but I want my parents’ approval for this relationship.”

“Why?!”

“You won’t get it!”

“I don’t get it.”

At this rate, the entire page is going to be filled with dialogue and no prose. I decided to ignore the incomprehensible girl and began trekking toward the city. It was actually quite a decent distance away from our abode.

I also haven’t seen a message from my system in a while, I guess it’s given up trying to give me missions? Maybe there’ll be more after I level up again, hopefully, I don’t foreshadow anything bad… wait.

Seria began talking to the still-unnamed, pink-haired girl.

“So how much is a silver coin worth?”

“It’s worth a hundred bronze. And a hundred silver is worth a gold. It’s pretty simple isn’t it?”

Seria’s face showed an expression that I could only describe as shock—a word which, in hindsight, didn’t need this long build-up. Why is it italicised? I’m using the literal meaning of the word. Hello?

I turned to Seria.

“By the way, did you fertilise the beans I planted this morning?

“Um, you never told me to.”

“Okay, I guess we’re turning back.”

“Wait!”

Summary: we turned back and Seria fertilised the beans (that sounded weirder than it was supposed to).

With that, we finally began making our way toward the city.

Fast forward.