The Blue Danube [OLD]

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april 1859

[play collar full by panic! at the disco while reading!]

[SMUT WARNING - skip if you want when it happens]

Thick, dark, swarming clouds loomed ahead over Liverpool that day.
Paul was hard at work, mixing up chicken feed in their run-down barn, clad in a beige cotton shirt, sleeves rolled up to elbows and suspenders with tight pants, large boots along with it [imagine like that play they did with grandma george, thats what he looks like]. After adding in the last of the corn pellets, he carried the troughs out to the chicken coop, the chickens all crowding around him with loud squawks when they realised he was carrying their breakfast. Placing it down, he spoke to them in a cooing, soft voice.

"Breakfast, loves. Enjoy." He sat down with a small smile as he watched the chickens crowd around the trough, devouring the food. Chickens were one of his favourite animals; he loved taking care of them and spending time in the coop. They liked to curl up in his lap or sit on his shoulder and he would talk to them, for ages, about everything. He felt like they were his confidants, that he could talk to them about anything. They never judged, but weren't happy if he didn't let them have a peck of his food if he brought it out there to eat with them. And they couldn't speak English either, so that was a bit of a plus.

As he sat there, his favourite, a sleek black hen he named Olive made her way over to the young boy, hopping up on his knee and staring up at him with her beady little eyes. He reached up a hand to pet her soft feathers, making soft cooing noises while leaning against the side of the coop, staring up at the sky. It looked like it was about to rain. He hoped it wouldn't before the time came for him to go practice at John's.

"Oi, Paulie!" A familiar voice called from behind him, and he turned to look. There Ringo was, trotting over from the back door of the house and across the farm towards Paul, sporting a cheerful grin on his face.

"Hey, Rings!" Paul grinned back, not getting up from his spot on the floor of the chicken coop as he was too comfortable, but he waved the older boy over nonetheless.

"What's been goin' on, eh? Hangin' with the chicks?" The shorter boy chuckled at his joke, winking before making his way inside.

"Yeah, course. They all love me." He wiggled his eyebrows and gestured to the chickens, who were now all crowding around him again, squawking for more food as they had consumed the entire trough.