zephyr
Stacking boxes. This is... a surprisingly simple task, and you raise an eyebrow at Sam, pursing your lips as though to say Really? That's it? Why the redhead needed any help with this is beyond you, but hey, you're here so you might as well put out, as it were.
Stripping off your shirt (toldja it wouldn't last long), you throw it into a corner and set about your work. The brace on your arm hides most of the scar, which twinges in pain as you lift the first box that Kel has cleared away.
It's solid labor, enjoyable enough, and as you work you find yourself whistling a sea shanty, sweat beading on your brow and shoulders as you lift the crates with ease.
Stripping off your shirt (toldja it wouldn't last long), you throw it into a corner and set about your work. The brace on your arm hides most of the scar, which twinges in pain as you lift the first box that Kel has cleared away.
It's solid labor, enjoyable enough, and as you work you find yourself whistling a sea shanty, sweat beading on your brow and shoulders as you lift the crates with ease.
burn all the things you have to burn
save all the people you're supposed to save
save all the people you're supposed to save
