Mikki: (shakes head) I-I tho-ught i uhm, saw them up-upstairs… I-I ran into someone and I uhm- ran away…

Rig: gotcha.. I’ll keep a look out, (adjusts the duffel bag) is… (they’d glance at Mikki) the kid accompanied?

Mikki: (shakes head) a-all by myself mister…bu-but there is—is uncle Will and uncle odis…

Rig: ah, alright little lad.

Rig; that’s…news. it’s a pleasure to meet you, Jay. Call me Rig.. preferably.

Rig; oh!— uh.. that’s…sweet,

😭😭

STOPP WHAT?? ARE YOU A STALKER NOW? 💀

BWAHAHA

??: I suppose,

LMAO

??: (clears throat) quite alright, I was…getting settled— was going to, at least.

No you’re not

??: ..hello,

P.k: you shake it, I’m leaving you to the rest.

P.k: there’s a plus side to it too, Mikki could let off some steam. Er…if Will has her…I’m pretty sure he does, he was on sitting duty.

P.k: (groans) they didn’t even last that long the last time, Will wouldn’t mind sparring with me. (Gets on the ladder and begins patching the hole)

P.k: hah? With what??? Blame Marcos for even setting him off!

P.k: no need. I’ll ask Will to spar with me, let of some pent up emotion. (Stands up and conjures a ladder and other necessities)

P.k: again, easy fix. (Conjures up some wood)

P.k: fine by me, it’s an easy fix

England: (snorts) you’re on your own las, I got business to do

P.k: more like sitting around doing nothing. Hey no face, what’s up