#c:lany

Kage: anyone purchase a copy of the arsonist's guide to writers' homes in new england lately?

As Kage, along with so many, awaited the bartender’s attention, he could not help but glimpse at the eldest Phillips, at his intense care for the game playing out on the television screen. A shift next to him, drew his attention down. He blinked at the sight of the other’s sibling, even laughed inward. “Is he always like this?” Kage asked, opting for small talk as it seemed the bartender had fixated on the other end, perhaps minutes away from finding it their way.

Crawford sat with his feet kicked up on his aged cooler, determined to admire the fresh air despite the cold. Especially with a storm on the horizon, it felt like a waste not to utilize it. He’d tipped back his lager when he noticed a neighbor cross the path. “Calm before the storm,” he commentated. “I think they might be exaggerating. Then again who am I to say.”