Jacob Davies (cryogenetic) wrote in instorm, @ 2017-08-14 18:17:00 |
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He had plaster in his hair, and was mostly oblivious to that fact. It was mostly dust, anyway; he'd brushed out all the chunks. The ones that hadn't fallen out naturally when he'd doubled over with laughter, anyway. Well, it had been funny. Moreso because no one had gotten really hurt this time. Someone had a bruise, someone else was already scheduling a massage for the strain on their back, and he'd had some chunks of plaster fall on his head from the ceiling after they'd found the weak spot and the nest of squirrels. Fortunately, he had a hard head and it hadn't done any notable damage. He didn't even think he'd have a headache. It was still funny to him, hours later, as he made his way into the diner. Since he knew Damon was working mornings this week, he didn't even look for him but instead meandered to the counter. Since he'd come right from the site, he was still wearing his work clothes, which consisted of paint splattered jeans, paint splattered boots, a reasonably clean tank top, and a button up plaid shirt tied around his waist. "S'up," he greeted whomever he happened to have landed next to before he plucked a menu from the holder. He didn't need one; he knew perfectly well what the place offered, but sometimes something he wasn't even thinking of sounded good. Even as he opened up the menu, he giggled at the memories of their grand ceiling squirrel adventure. Because dammit, it was funny. |