"I'm.. Sirk. Sirk Yarrow."

They introduced.

Sirk, eye of blue, locks of gold, as dry as hay, face freckled, skin pale.

"Who the hell is this guy?" Orien questioned himself in thought.

"... Your name is funny, why 'Sirk' specifically?" The boy asked with a raised eyebrow. Both taunting and genuinely curious.

"I don't know. In any case, why are you here at my farm??"

Sirk asked, Sirk's tone a bit menacing. 

"... I'm hungry."

".. That's it?"

"Yeah.."

They stared at eachother for a few minutes.

".. then Uhm, welcome to my farm then, I guess??"

"Right..."

They got in the farm house, and Sirk gave Orien mango porridge.

"... so like, tell me, why are you here all alone?" He had asked the farmer, curious

"... well, let's just say I wasn't always alone." 

"yeah i can tell idiot, go ahead."

"rude, but alright."

cliffhanger, im too lazy to put anything else for this chapter.