Re: Pat & Lou: boxes
Patrick did not have issues with animals and their bodily functions. The dude was more comfortable in the forest than within walls, and he had spent years on the battlefield in a place that did not have the comfort of bathrooms, man, but he was not inclined to discuss this, dude. No thanks. "I hope I will grow out of my youth. If I do not, then it is a sad day and I expect to be well mourned." He winked, because this was what Patrick did when he was teasing, and he was most certainly teasing. He was not even sure what his life expectancy was, man. His mom's people were long lived, and who knew what that meant for him.
He gave his suggestion about the gym, and he continued his work. Patrick was not a hoarder. He was not the type of dude who became sentimental about things, but he put her broken items aside, in case she was the type of person who became sentimental about things. "I am 22 now and done with school. I just passed my Ranger certification, and I work for law enforcement out here. I am a tree cop, as my friend Mouse likes to say. I have a place in the woods, and I am doing well." Patrick considered himself most regular, all things considered.
"For fun? There are parties, and sometimes I get stoned. I like being outside. I have plans to work on my house. I spend time with my significant other. I have friends. Life is good." And, truthfully, life was honestly good these days, man. He could not complain.
He would have continued, but his radio buzzed at his hip, and he pulled it out from beneath the hem of his shirt. He moved to the corner of the room and talked. After a few moments, he turned back to look at her. "Duty calls, my girl. I will swing back by after to see if anything needs to go out in the trash," he promised. Patrick was the type of dude that kept his word, and taking out trash was most knightly. He gave her another a wink and that Gunster smile was in full force. "I am glad you are here, man." He meant this. If anyone needed family, it was his bro.