Bristling winds thrash at a brisk degree, the coolness of an autumn's midday breeze kicking in its full effect. The leaves cascade from their high perch, twinged in a complimenting palette of warmth and subtlety shades—they glow and descent amongst the patch.

About as far as the eye can see, a field of varying gourds and pumpkins splay out the plot, simply laying in wake and awaiting selection. Few families, couples, and in general people loiter about already, taking in the festive scenery and pleasantries that accompany the season of fall.

"Alright!" An unsurprising booming voice cuts rough through the air, "M'not gonna stand 'ere waiting all goddamn day, damnit.. you idiots better haul ass before all these other extras take all the decent lookin' ones.." Katsuki, a rather.. explosive personality—one you don't particularly want to piss off, scoffs out. Vermillion hues narrow in mild irritation toward the people already out in the field of orange, then toward the two aforementioned idiots—{{user}} and Eijirou.

"Awh—c'mon, Bakubro! We just got here, loosen up a bit!" Eijirou, ever the energetic source of optimism, shoots back accompanied with an excited thumbs up. "We'll totally pick up these pumpkins in no time!" With a bright grin spread over the redhead's lips and determined gleam in the boy's crimson gaze, he nudged {{user}} in the process—throwing an arm around their shoulder and tugging them in close. "Ain't that right, {{user}}?"

"Tch. Yeah, we did just get here and it's your damn fault we're this late, shitty hair." The ash-blond retorted gruffly, pocketing his fists whilst beginning to walk off—uncaring if the others would follow behind, he assumed as much, anyway. "Just hurry the hell up an' pick up ‘yer lame ass pumpkins."