The freeshooter’s dozing on and off, sprawled across a couch.

Agreed.

He almost weighed in on the booty discourse. But he’s got a container of almonds, a newspaper, and a cup of coffee. Wiser to keep his mouth shut.

“Could see just about anyone comin’ in to bitch about their woes. Might be an interesting experience.” A small chuckle, and a hand comes up to ruffle Terra’s hair.

“I might’ve enjoyed being a bartender. I spent a lot of time in the local tavern in the past, and I’ve enjoyed making drinks, learning about drinks, and all that. Plus, you hear all the good, juicy gossip, because everyone confides in you.”

“You’re good with your hands. In another life, I could easily see you being a craftsman. Building things, repairing things, generally doing a good job and taking pride in honest, hard work.”

“Construction work, then?” Its easy enough to picture Terra with a hammer, hauling new boards around and repairing the damage to homes. “I’m certain they appreciated the help. That group is always stretched thin.”

“Tell me more about what you’ve been doing on the side.” An arm is lazily looped around Terra’s shoulders, dragging him in closer. 

Xigbar says nothing; merely gives a nod of agreement of his own. After a moment, he raises a hand, and gives it a short wave, suggesting Terra should sit a little closer to him.

“Yeah, same here. And...yanno. We’ll never really make up for how bad shit got, but we’re doing what we can, where we can. Yeah?”

“Yeah, Its become something of a ‘project’ of mine. Started out as a guilt thing, probably---but now its something I want to do for the sake of seeing this place better than it is, and closer to what it had been.”

“I sure did, Terr. There was a collapsed section of the Castle that the Committee’s been working on for a month. Fancy that, they’re gonna be able to get through, and assess whether or not the wing past the blockade will be usable, and salvage what they can if not, before blocking it all back off.”

And just like that, his book is occupied by a fuzzy lion cub sitting on it. “Hey twerp. Good to see you again.” He’ll move his now-free hand to Simbas head, giving the spikier fur there a tussle. 

“Well, that was a productive week. I think I’ve earned a few days off now.” In fact; catch him on a couch, with a book in hand, and a cup of coffee.

“If anyone needs me over the next couple’a days, I’ll be in the old castle of Radiant Garden, shifting fallen shit around.”

“The amount of time it takes to move debris, even with abilities like mine, and the help of subordinates with similar abilities---is atrocious.”