Yeah, that's the word, anyway. What the fuck's up with them, do you figure?
[ His expression shifts to one of mild concern, looking at all the building supplies. It's gone a moment later, and he shrugs off his jacket, tossing it over one of the unpacked boxes. ]
no subject
[ His expression shifts to one of mild concern, looking at all the building supplies. It's gone a moment later, and he shrugs off his jacket, tossing it over one of the unpacked boxes. ]
How hard can it be, right?