Repose

Who: Seven and Fiach.
What: Meeting.
When: Weekend-ish.
Where: The woods around the lake, because why not.
Warnings: None! Cursing, maybe?

( The on and off rain of the week had lead to a humidity hanging in the air. It was uncomfortable, rolled off the lake and cloyed to the skin uninvited. )

[Heath F.]

Hi? Hello. Could you show me some things in the kitchen, please? So I can make things besides beans. I promise be in your hair less? Yes. Hair less, not hairless.