there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in
Henry nods affirmatively, though it does surprise him to find the demigod of death to be so... lively and, well, nice. "Right, Remi," he murmurs and, with more clarity, he offers his own name; "I'm Henry. It's... a pleasure to meet you in person." He's not entirely sure if it is, actually, but so far things seem fine.
Remi gives him a dimpled grin and Henry's admittedly captured by it, offering a meeker smile of his own - though he probably looks more concerned than charmed. He takes the hammer once it's given and turns to the bags.
Just as he's lifting his arms to bring the hammer down heavily on the glass within, Remi's voice catches his attention and he freezes mid-motion. His gaze dances back up to the other man and he raises his brows expectantly, until he's nodding in understanding. "Got it."
Remi will find that Henry's pretty damn good with his hands; the way he handles the hammer is natural and he strikes the bags with ease. He throws himself into the task and lets the worries of his mind ebb away, for a moment forgetting everything else. It's a lot more fun than anything else he's used a hammer on.
He lets out a triumphant "Hah!" when he finds a larger piece and fractures it into bits. He chuckles as he recoils from the strike and turns to look at Remi. There's a broader, more confident grin on his face now. "So what do you need this for, anyway?" He asks, holding the hammer out to let Remi take over again if he wants to.
Remi gives him a dimpled grin and Henry's admittedly captured by it, offering a meeker smile of his own - though he probably looks more concerned than charmed. He takes the hammer once it's given and turns to the bags.
Just as he's lifting his arms to bring the hammer down heavily on the glass within, Remi's voice catches his attention and he freezes mid-motion. His gaze dances back up to the other man and he raises his brows expectantly, until he's nodding in understanding. "Got it."
Remi will find that Henry's pretty damn good with his hands; the way he handles the hammer is natural and he strikes the bags with ease. He throws himself into the task and lets the worries of his mind ebb away, for a moment forgetting everything else. It's a lot more fun than anything else he's used a hammer on.
He lets out a triumphant "Hah!" when he finds a larger piece and fractures it into bits. He chuckles as he recoils from the strike and turns to look at Remi. There's a broader, more confident grin on his face now. "So what do you need this for, anyway?" He asks, holding the hammer out to let Remi take over again if he wants to.
HENRY
