He laughs freely at her admittance to being crippled by the work, knowing the feeling all too well. "I couldn't even lift my arms to brush my hair." Thankfully it didn't need much, so he gave up halfway through to save the strength for yet more digging.
His 'brows lift at the idea of a bikini, part of his face scrunching up as he shakes his head. "Can't say I do. Can't say you would either if I did." He smirks at the idea, partially tempted just for a laugh, but would prefer to just settle for some relaxing hot springs instead of chafing swimwear riding up his gooch.
He glances around her house idly as she vanishes to change, fingers drumming against the books as he waits. Yet, as the time grows longer, he begins to wander, picking up various knick-knacks and inspecting them with the kind of interest born of nothing else to do. Not that he minded terribly, but he isn't normally so interested in the vases that hold flowers. When she breaks back into the room he looks up, placing the strangely shaped bauble back in its place. "Perfect, let's go," he says after a glance towards her, fetching his jacket and slipping it on before opening the door to head out.
Goose runs up to them immediately, his stick replaced for a small twig barely seen held between his teeth. He stuffs it into Iskra's side repeatedly, forcing him to squirm away before yielding and taking the tiny toy to toss it as far as he could to the side. "He won't find it," he says with a fond-annoyance as they head down the path towards his home. "He always brings me tiny things, but they get lost, and then he just stares and circles for an hour." he shakes his head, laughing.
It's a walk, but it doesn't take them long before they're standing before his hut. "Come in if you're cold, but it'll just be a minute," he explains as he steps in, leaving the door ajar for her. He sets the books down and vanishes into his room around the corner. His place is smaller than hers, and the decorations and furniture are minimal. Wood carvings here and there and various dog beds and toys, but since he mostly just sleeps here he hasn't invested much into the home itself.
His 'brows lift at the idea of a bikini, part of his face scrunching up as he shakes his head. "Can't say I do. Can't say you would either if I did." He smirks at the idea, partially tempted just for a laugh, but would prefer to just settle for some relaxing hot springs instead of chafing swimwear riding up his gooch.
He glances around her house idly as she vanishes to change, fingers drumming against the books as he waits. Yet, as the time grows longer, he begins to wander, picking up various knick-knacks and inspecting them with the kind of interest born of nothing else to do. Not that he minded terribly, but he isn't normally so interested in the vases that hold flowers. When she breaks back into the room he looks up, placing the strangely shaped bauble back in its place. "Perfect, let's go," he says after a glance towards her, fetching his jacket and slipping it on before opening the door to head out.
Goose runs up to them immediately, his stick replaced for a small twig barely seen held between his teeth. He stuffs it into Iskra's side repeatedly, forcing him to squirm away before yielding and taking the tiny toy to toss it as far as he could to the side. "He won't find it," he says with a fond-annoyance as they head down the path towards his home. "He always brings me tiny things, but they get lost, and then he just stares and circles for an hour." he shakes his head, laughing.
It's a walk, but it doesn't take them long before they're standing before his hut. "Come in if you're cold, but it'll just be a minute," he explains as he steps in, leaving the door ajar for her. He sets the books down and vanishes into his room around the corner. His place is smaller than hers, and the decorations and furniture are minimal. Wood carvings here and there and various dog beds and toys, but since he mostly just sleeps here he hasn't invested much into the home itself.
Iskra
