She frowns, resting the head of the axe on the floor, using the handle as something to lean on.
"Then what am I supposed to do with this axe?"
He wants an axe of his own. Maybe a pickaxe. Either way the elder stares at the gleaming metal momentarily, a bit transfixed before shaking out of the oncoming tunnel vision.
"I never said we couldn’t look for treasure elsewhere. I (we, at this point) do have neighbours."
"No I was just thinking, right. What if there’s treasure hidden beneath your floorboards. Wanna help me look?”
“I have an idea.”
Several, actually. One involves rope and a chair, but let’s not focus on that.
“How about we don’t destroy my humble abode.”
“Are you planning ahead for a lumberjacking vessel, or?”
Where there’s usually clutter, cobwebs, and dust there’s sunshine, and fresh air.
& where there’s usually bits of miscellaneous computer parts, there’s just a book.
❝ I think so.
do the same. ❞
Refrains from calling
them Scorpion so hard.
“I can —— n…either confirm, nor deny.”
Don’t do it, man, or the nickname Mattie might slip out.
A listless glance in their direction, followed by a sigh.
❝ If people were flowers,
I’d pick — myself. ❞
“My, aren’t you humble.”
Same though ; Can’t admit it out loud, however.