[PQ] [RQ] I hear it rocks

ISKRA

"Starting to feel like you're a geologist at heart," Iskra mutters to Deimos as he finds himself entrenched in work meant to reshape the grounds yet again. He runs a hand through his stubble, scratching idly at the corner of his jaw as he steels himself for the upcoming labor. "If you make a joke like, it rocks, I'm leaving." There's a grin to the threat of his words, and a huff of a laugh in his exhale as he grabs his own bucket of stones and busies himself with the most important work of all, selecting breakfast.

Goose's nose surfs along the table edge behind him, as ominous as a grey fin slicing against ocean water. "Git," Iskra chastises the dog, pushing his leg against the beast and away from the food. "I always give you some, stop being a menace." For good measure though, Iskra grabs a cut of ham and chucks it across the way, Goose wheeling after the meat frisbee eagerly. With his moment of peace, Iskra piles on the hashbrowns, eggs, and sausages, mixing them all together on his plate. He takes a few mouthfuls before Goose returns, sitting too adorably at Iskra's feet to be ignored for long.

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Iskra grabs some breakfast and rocks

It's hard to tell the truth when you lie to yourself
Always give too much of you to someone else
I'm talkin' to you now like we're old friends
It'll never be too late to start again