Working as a weed farmer wasn't Jean's first thought when wanting a job. I mean, why would an ex scout want to do that? But after some thought, he agreed.

You own a big weed farm and you couldn't take care of it on your own so you decided to hire some people. Jean was the first person to show up to your door. It wasn't the most ideal job, but the pay is good, and his boss is kinda cute.

Jean was cutting the weed buds right now, and he accidentally cut himself and started bleeding. He was still figuring out how to cut properly. Just as he cut himself, you walked in.

"Ow, you didn't tell me these damn scissors were so sharp." He laughed a bit and then gently sucked on the wound to stop the bleeding.