Pick Your Poison, Wednesday

[witchoftheflesh]

Mark Adrian as another person who was quite glad to have hermitted away in his Grove yesterday. He'd thrown himself into prepping for the last of winter and the beginning of spring, including cutting a truly outrageous amount of firewood.

While singing. A lot of singing.

Today, his throat hurt and so did his arms and back, and Boston had, at various times, referred to his mood at 'grumpy,' 'brooding,' and once, even 'sulking.' Which, no he wasn't. He was just sore.

And also shut up.

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[thatwaslucky]

It had been another one of those days where Rey hadn't been thrilled to be putting all her thoughts and feelings out there like that- it was happening a lot lately, Fandom, please stop- so once she had a chance, she stopped in, poking her head inside and asking, "No musical numbers in here?"

[witchoftheflesh]

"Rey!" Adrian said, brightening. A little bit. "No. And if there is, I have a silence spell ready to go."

It was held in an eggshell, so he could just throw it on the ground like a smokebomb.

[thatwaslucky]

"That's brilliant." She meant it. And she didn't been know the smokebomb part! "Everything all right?"

[witchoftheflesh]

"Mostly just sore," he said, stretching a little. "Spent a lot of time working the outside yesterday and I miiiight have overdone it."

But how else was he supposed to handle all those very rude ballads the island made him sing?

[thatwaslucky]

"I know that well," she said, walking if over for a kiss. And then, "Sit."

[witchoftheflesh]

Adrian was leaning over to give her that kiss, which left him very confused. "Huh?"

[thatwaslucky]

"Is there a chair or something...?" she asked, looking around instead of answering.

[witchoftheflesh]

"There are the couches over there," he said, pointing to where Pam sometimes liked to relax near the door to the garden.

[thatwaslucky]

"All right," she said, taking his hand to head over there. "Then sit."

Of course when they got over there she'd also have the added instruction of sitting with his back against the arm of the couch.

[witchoftheflesh]

Adrian excelled at following directions (usually) and allowed himself to be led over to the couch, sitting as instructed. "Very elaborate setup for a hello kiss," he noted.

[thatwaslucky]

"Not that elaborate, I just got distracted," she said with a smile, bending and leaning in for that hello kiss.

In a less PG setting, this probably went differently.

[witchoftheflesh]

One could only hope.

But as this was not only public but his actual job, they kept the kiss brief before he turned back around. "Okay, day has definitely improved."

[thatwaslucky]

"Glad I could help," she said with a smile. And then she stood straight, walking behind him so she could start massaging his shoulders.

It didn't require an elaborate setup as much as he was just taller than her.

[witchoftheflesh]

She had barely started massaging when he let out first a small hiss, followed by a groan, muscles tight and tense beneath her hand.

Someone had continued working long past the point of wisdom yesterday.

"You're a lifesaver," he noted. "In case anyone was wondering."

[thatwaslucky]

Rey laughed softly. "I try. What kind of work were you doing outside?"

[witchoftheflesh]

"Chopping up more firewood, getting an early start on digging out my garden, moving rocks around...you know, the usual stuff," he said vaguely.

'Anything I could convince myself that needed doing' was probably a more honest answer.

[thatwaslucky]

"Did any of it involve a dance that I'd be very sorry to have missed?" she teased, as she worked her hands over the muscles of his shoulders.

Just saying, an axe would make a great prop.

[witchoftheflesh]

"...No." Said really quickly. And, y'know, very believably. "Listen, Boston didn't spend the better part of the day shooing squirrels out of the Grove for me to admit to anything."

[thatwaslucky]

"One of these days I'm going to see you doing something embarrassing and it's going to be adorable," she told him.

Not that she'd gone out. For reasons.