IC; repairs

[write_it_in]

[There's a novelist sitting outside, leaning on a cabin wall out of the sun and smoking. The roof of the cabin is caved in, as if something landed on it... or it landed on itself, upside down. There are some building materials in a pile off to the side.

He appears to be waiting for something.]

Comments

[trump_apple]

[And that 'something' shows up pretty quick.]

Hey!

[write_it_in]

Hey.

I think I got enough. By measurements, anyway. I don't know how to do this shit.

[trump_apple]

If there's not enough, then we can get more. But it'll be a little more difficult that normal this time.

[write_it_in]

Yeah, not many trees.

[speeeeeeeeeed]

Hey what's going on?

[in his supergear]

[write_it_in]

You want to live with me, you help fix the damn place.

This is Satoshi.

[speeeeeeeeeed]

I got it turned rightside up, didn't I? Point me at stuff, I don't know anything about fixits.

[write_it_in]

You got somebody else to do it, and it wasn't actual effort for her. I'm not letting him work all day alone. You live here, you help.