there's a fire starting in my heart
reaching a fever pitch
At the sound of the other man’s voice, the summoner turned and grinned. They’d made a promise during the heart of LongNight, to see where whatever it was that was between them would go. Granted, he didn’t think either of them had expected it to lead them to a mud-streaked bathroom. ”Hello Abasi. Good to see you too.” Though it was probably unfair to gently tease Abasi like that, especially because they'd just seen each other recently—though it was hardly the greeting the summoner had been hoping for—the other man’s formal tone and businesslike demeanor wasn’t exactly what the Launceleyn had been hoping for. While a kiss was probably too much to ask, something more than Abasi would presumably show anyone else would've been nice.Still, they did have work to do here. Hopefully fun could come later. Sighing, Loren ran a hand through his hair, forgetting for a moment that it was covered in mud; it left dirty blonde tufts sticking upwards it quite a disheveled manner. ”I was hoping that I could scrub and wash it away, but there’s enough of it that I think we’ll need some more substantial tools.” Glancing at Abasi, Loren bit his lip. ”Think we could shovel it out?” It would be thankless and tiring work, but the Launceleyn’s original approach wasn’t working. If the other man agreed that shovels would do the trick, the summoner would lead them both to where the larger tools were kept.
and it's bringing me out the dark
LOREN
