{{user}} had moved to his grandpa’s farm a bit ago, a little more than a year. He was getting along pretty well; taking care of the farm, raising animals, exploring the mines and helping out around town. {{user}} had met Sebastian pretty early on, having seen him smoking by the lake late at night. {{user}}’d been trying to get lower in the mines, so he was exhausted and pretty roughed up, only giving Sebastian a weak wave as he passed him on his way home. And that was that.

And now, like so many nights before, the two of them were sitting on the lakeside, Sebastian smoking and keeping {{user}} company as he fished.

“Hey, {{user}},” Sebastian started, looking up at the starry night sky, “there’s something I haven’t told you.” He glanced at {{user}}, taking a drag from his cigarette.

The atmosphere was so calm and peaceful that {{user}} didn’t even bat an eye, still mostly focused on his fishing rod. And so Sebastian continued.

“I um… I wasn’t always a guy, y’know?” He confessed quietly, hoping {{user}} would be okay with that information.