you better run, boy, run, but be afraid. cry, boy, cry, don't play the game
He’s a bit late, to be honest, but he doesn’t come unprepared! That counts for something, right? Right. He arrives shortly after everyone else, wearing a dark short sleeve shirt, one metal arm on display while the other fiddles with the tools he’d brought — everything between hammers and nails to things to clean up the smoke. He slips easily to Isla’s side, offering her a bright fanged smile, before he’s offering the same to Remi and Mabel in greeting with a dip of his head.
“Sorry I’m late. Couldn’t find the hammer and then remembered I left it in the study.” Exactly where they had left it in between building the bookshelves and office space for Isla’s home. “Good to see you again, Remi.” He adds, before his attention is flickering to the unknown woman, that same fanged smile placed on his face. “Don’t think we’ve met yet. I’m Cal.” Soon enough his introductions are done and he can focus on Isla’s task once again.
“So what’s first?” Is he excited? A little bit. He’d always been a bit of a handyman. And since it benefitted both the Grounds and Isla, well, it was easy for him to get involved.
“Sorry I’m late. Couldn’t find the hammer and then remembered I left it in the study.” Exactly where they had left it in between building the bookshelves and office space for Isla’s home. “Good to see you again, Remi.” He adds, before his attention is flickering to the unknown woman, that same fanged smile placed on his face. “Don’t think we’ve met yet. I’m Cal.” Soon enough his introductions are done and he can focus on Isla’s task once again.
“So what’s first?” Is he excited? A little bit. He’d always been a bit of a handyman. And since it benefitted both the Grounds and Isla, well, it was easy for him to get involved.
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