What the bees will make of Forrest closer up is hard to say, but he takes no notice of them. If you sit on a porch all seasons, you're going to see bugs. He remains settled in his rocker, half an eye on their approach but the other half of his attention on the patch he's sewing onto the elbow of a shirt. He seems almost indifferent to their arrival, but he gives both boys a nod, when Hugh calls out a Hello.
They'll probably need feeding. Forrest is good at feeding people.
When they reach the porch, he rumbles in a low, slightly gravelly mumble, "Mornin'." The glance he gives Cricket is heavy with meaning, but he doesn't bother asking anything like 'who is this' or 'what are you here for?', just gives him the look that says 'You're going to explain yourself, so I'm listening.' Forrest is not one to waste words.
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Date: 2019-07-22 12:56 am (UTC)They'll probably need feeding. Forrest is good at feeding people.
When they reach the porch, he rumbles in a low, slightly gravelly mumble, "Mornin'." The glance he gives Cricket is heavy with meaning, but he doesn't bother asking anything like 'who is this' or 'what are you here for?', just gives him the look that says 'You're going to explain yourself, so I'm listening.' Forrest is not one to waste words.