[For Toye]

[le_traiteur]

Personally, I don't mind sleepin' without a roof over my head, if the conditions are right. The island's warm, comfortable, has a dark blanket of sky just full up with stars, and I can't imagine a better ceiling. Still, gettin' the roof finished on the addition has been put off long enough that I'm startin' to get antsy about it; the good weather

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[remnantofjoseph]

Joe leans in the doorway, staring up at Roe as he works. A breeze whirls down into the room and scatters around him, on its way through the house. He shifts back and forth, trying to distribute his weight, good leg feeling stressed from taking it all.

[le_traiteur]

How long Toye has been down there peerin' up at me, I don't know. I catch sight of him outta the corner of my eye and pause, fingers gripped over a beam, pleated palm fronds piled beside me.

"Everythin' okay?" I ask, 'cause I can't imagine why else he'd be starin' at me like that.

[remnantofjoseph]

Definitely like a hound, maybe a snake - smelling some new heat in the air, the spilling of blood or a forming clot. He doesn't have to validate it. "Yeah." He shifts again, rolling his shoulders and neck. "Anything I can do?" Hard to ask, but he manages.

[le_traiteur]

I hesitate, but it ain't any longer than normal, so he doesn't need to know why. "Yeah," I answer as I wipe my brow with the back of one hand. "When I've got these placed, I'm gonna need more handed up. There's a pile round back, here."