zephyr
The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonesome organ grinder cries
The lonesome organ grinder cries
Second time's a charm, it seems. The wall doesn't seem keen on collapsing anymore - a fucking mercy - and the trick rocks fit into their places neatly, despite being a bit smaller than you'd like. Still big enough for notes - or Ki - to be passed through at least, maybe some supplies as well.
Now, the door.
Under the pretense of reinforcement you begin to investigate the door. The hinges are okay, but the wood itself is less than sturdy, which... honestly, doesn't bother you that much. But it wouldn't do to tip your hand this early, so you set about reinforcing the less-secure beams with sturdy young planks. And if, again, you leave just a couple that might be easily pried away... well, you're not a carpenter, so who can blame you, really?
Now, the door.
Under the pretense of reinforcement you begin to investigate the door. The hinges are okay, but the wood itself is less than sturdy, which... honestly, doesn't bother you that much. But it wouldn't do to tip your hand this early, so you set about reinforcing the less-secure beams with sturdy young planks. And if, again, you leave just a couple that might be easily pried away... well, you're not a carpenter, so who can blame you, really?
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you
But it's not that way, I wasn't born to lose you
But it's not that way, I wasn't born to lose you
