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[kings_dog]

Though it had been his for several months, the hut was still something of an oddity to Sandor. It had taken far less time than he'd expected for him to get used to waking up with a roof over his head, but the space was strange; namely, trying to figure out what in hells he was supposed to do with it. But if the inside had baffled him, the front

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[saikamai]

"Just wanted to give you a fair warning in case you were doing anything embarrassing," he said, plopping down on a rock opposite his friend. He scrubbed the back of his head and smiled up at him. "You know, polishing your sword, cleaning your gun, taking the stallion for a trot..."

[kings_dog]

"No more, please," Sandor said, raising an eyebrow at Bert with a pained expression. "One was enough, I promise." He sat back in his chair and tapped the bowl of the pipe against the arm of the chair, settling the ash in it and taking a puff. "How's your afternoon?"

[saikamai]

"Fine." Bert shrugged, mouth pulled down in an unimpressed frown. "Work tonight," he said. He scuffed his bare heel in the dirt idly. "We're just about finished with Lloyd's hut-- have you been by lately? It's looking good."

[kings_dog]

"Not in a few days," Sandor admitted. "Told him I'd come this week to see, though. Maybe tomorrow. Depends what time the club empties out tonight," he added with a little grin. "Can't miss out on my beauty rest, you know."