[PQ] when prayer is not enough

so is there any treason in the tricky little price I pay?

i can't open up to you

For a moment he thinks the repair is going well. The next moment he realizes that perhaps he had gotten the best of his strength, and as soon as the hammer hits the nail, the end snaps off. A huff of laughter leaves him in somewhat disbelief. If it’s not one thing, it’s another. He’s sure of it. “Of course.” He notes, to nobody in particular despite the very red bruise forming on his forearm. Shaking his head he disregards that hammer and goes in search of another.

Luckily Loren came prepared, and it doesn’t take him long to find another. He still manages to slip by the space where Oliver has his own small catastrophe, and gives the other man a small nod, moving back to his board and hopefully reinforcing it fully, before he slips back over to Oliver with a new piece of wood to replace the floorboard that had broken. “Let’s rip this one up and put in a new one.” He hums to the pale haired man, pausing to run a hand through his hair and push it back from his eyes.

Then, whenever Oliver is ready, Sunjata’s prepared to help fix the floorboard.

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Sunjata gets a new hammer and tries to reinforce the third door, before moving over to Oliver with a new board to help him replace it.

me and my friends are lonely

i always figured i'd be the one to die alone

SUNJATA