[Honey]

Without the intention to, he accidentally uprooted one of his plants along the second row as the weeds had begun to strangle the roots with their own. Grumpily, he tossed both withered plants off to the side before wiping the building sweat off of his brow. It took him a moment to catch his breath in the stifling heat, and instead of sticking to his work he found himself leaning heavily against his rake while he surveyed his surroundings to see that the dingy shack he called his home had drawn a visitor. Acting as a visor, hands came to rest against how brow as he searched to see the shadowed silhouette. "Oi!" He called out as he slung the rake over his shoulder and started towards the figure, "What're you up to o'er there?"