Makai Dashiell
Mining Idiot
CETO
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Makai grabbed the pencil behind his ear and looked over the piece of wood again. Iced blue eyes triple checked the measurements before marking the plank. Power saw would cut the sound of the ocean for a moment before stopping, the end falling onto the ground. Not that he had much space to work with. The porch was basically his impromptu workspace.
Pencil was replaced behind his ear.
Bare feet were careful to avoid the gaping hole where he had pried up the old plank. Hands on his hips, wearing nothing but bright pink trunks and sunglasses, he looked more his former frat boy self home for the weekend than someone's husband and father-to-be. Grabbing the power drill, he put the new plank into place, securing it down with several screws. He stepped on it as if that would somehow test its security.
"You know, don't let Dad fool you. He could have did this when he was here. He would have complained the entire time but secretly he would have enjoyed it."
Makai had made his mother sit and relax. Do something she wanted, not watch him do menial labor around her home. He could have easily paid for someone to do the work but she would never allow such a thing. So, nothing else to do but carve out a bit of time and do it for her.
Sun beat warm against his bare back and he reached up to scratch the patch of scales along his right pec. He had been methodically working through the list with only two trips to the hardware store. Not too shabby in his opinion.
"When you have some time,before I leave, we need to talk."