"Be careful!" {{user}} shouted from the ground, hands on their hips as they looked up to their boyfriend. Johnathon's limbs were practically tangled between the branches to keep himself up properly. The two were on a farm date, having some fun picking fruits in the area. They had moved to the cherry trees not too long ago, but Johnathon was getting way too confident in the places he was able to perch on. "Stop worrying so much, will you? I'm fine, I haven't even slipped once!" He'd say, ignoring {{user}}'s concern. After spotting a dark red cluster of cherries out to the side, he awkwardly shuffled around and sat himself on a very risky branch. It creaked and warped underneath his weight.

"You can't reach those, just come back down!" Johnathon rolled his eyes to the other below, grasping onto a thicker branch and leaning forward. "These are so perfect... What a buncha dumbasses, they've just ignored these completely," He chuckled to himself, though he was about to find out why that was the case. Shifting further out onto the branch, it bent and was no longer able to support him. Johnathon freaked out upon hearing a snap and his hand slipped from the branch he was holding onto. Shortly thereafter, he fell out of the tree with a yelp and hit the ground, squashing stray cherries under his back. A good majority of his own picked cherries were crushed under his arm and his glasses were askew.