alchemic-elements:
*Albert blinked and then laughed behind his hand* Oh you know me better than you think… I actually do. But it’s um…
Abused for one, and… well I think my brother lives there now.
<Of course, the brother has a hand in it. What doesn’t he have a hand in? Len gives a vague shrug, resigned to the fact.> We could take it back from him, if you’d want. <And now the main frame of the last bookcase is put together. Back to securing shelves in it.> Or we could rebuild the collection. ‘M sure you remember a good chunk of what you had.
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alchemic-elements:
Oh alright *he sat quietly and watched Len set everything up*
Do you want to go book shopping sometime? It can be my treat.
<Len nods a couple times at Al’s comment, though he’s still facing the bits of bookshelf. The captain moves, digging a couple of fasteners out of his pocket and snapping them into place in the allotted grooves. Snap in here, click in place there.>
Wouldn’t mind it. Unless you’ve got a private stash somewhere, we don’t have enough to fill these shelves.
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alchemic-elements:
*Well Len seemed a little irate - or maybe it was just the clanking wood that gave Al the impression, he ceased his advance to be safe*
I- I mean when it opens up… tomorrow - *Al lowered his eyes and took a step back* I mean, when the weather makes up its mind. When an icecream shop visit is best… *just shut up Desmond*
*he took a seat on the floor and watched Len work* …Would you like some help?
<Len wasn’t at all irate. Hell, he wasn’t even a slight bit angry. He was just concentrating on finishing the last couple of book cases so that he could be done for the night. Leaving it unfinished wouldn’t sit well with him.> If you’d like. <The boards snap together neatly, and he finally moves onto the last bookcase.>
I appreciate the offer, but ‘m almost done.
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alchemic-elements:
It’s still impressive. *Albert wasn’t sure if Len was talking about the library or the ice cream shop*
We should go and visit when the place finally opens.
<How could Al not know that Len was talking about the ice cream shop? Al specified the shop, Len spoke about the shop. Besides, he wasn’t going to open the private Rogues library for public use.>
Like I said, been open for a week now, at least. <No, that board doesn’t fit that way. He flips it over and secures it the right way before moving onto the next in the case.> But, I wouldn’t mind it, long as Hart doesn’t chase me right out the door.
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flyingambulist:
You might’ve drunkenly taken advantage of me
can we talk about this later
Perfect YouTube blackmail.
music-holic:
It will certainly make our working relationship somewhat easier.
Sure will.
Though, you know where I stand on the rest of it. Olive branch and all.
flyingambulist:
Absolutely nothing move along we have nothing to see here
You’ve been actin’ weird as shit around me for a couple months now, and somethin’s telling me that whatever that is might be the reason.
Now, what is it?
By the looks of my dash, ‘m surprised that someone’s not outside someone’s bedroom window with a goddamn boombox over their head.
alchemic-elements:
*Al nodded slowly and stepped a little closer to see what Len was currently working on*
And James’s icecream shop? How did that turn out? Has it opened?
<Len’s mostly focused at the task at hand, trying to make sure that all the slats of the bookshelf fit together perfectly.>
Opened last week. It’s been doin’ good so far, from what I hear. <A bit of a knock at the board he’s got in his hands, some more steadying.> All I was doin’ was building the place up. I get a percentage of profits, but beyond maintenance, it ain’t my show.
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