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Kyle quickly puts away the feed before heading to the house to laze about and generally wait for a reason to leave or for someone to give him a task.

Kyle stops and stares at the brazen display. Both his mouth and the seed in his hands drop to the ground in his disbelief that Ilya would do that on purpose. His eyes quickly pull away from the sight and pick up the feed bag again as he hurriedly goes back to feeding the chickens trying not to think about Ilya. He fails, but it's the thought that counts, right?

yes, but as previous threads have shown often, someone just popping up way too often ends up with either them having no reason to stay, or the group having no reason to keep them around. Which is why literaly I am forcing family bonds on half the players now.

Haha, I've escaped the family trap! ...

Shit, still susceptible to obligations stemming from promises or obligations from romantic interests.

"Aww damnit it's almost an hour on the bikes, and I wanted to buy the new monkees record..."

"It's not all bad, you'll get some good exercise."
Kyle finishes the last bite of his porridge.
"Well, looks like I'm done. I'll meet you by the coop, alright?"

Kyle nods politely at Nancy in thanks before digging into the porridge. Unlike some men, HE eats his wheaties.

Kyle sits and the table, giving Kate a wave as he did so, and waited patiently. He eyes the bacon hungrily. Or maybe it's his attempt to not stare at the woman in her underwear. It's not something a proper man like him should do... Okay, it's something that a man like him might do but he's trying to avoid it. He gives the older woman a smile at her request.
"Sure thing ma'am."
He doesn't mention the fact that he has a fear of chickens. Because it would be impolite.

Kyle, being fueled by firey rage obviously rises with the fieriest celestial object. Okay, that's an exaggeration, he's not always angry. He is at the moment because the sun woke him up, but that's purely coincidental. He quickly threw on a pair of the fight pants he brought for the tournament in the city, and went down stairs, thankful for the lady letting him stay in return for help around the farm.

Mine is ready.