ooc: Time to the guys to roll up their sleeves! -manly high five- 3 points.

It had been a few days since he discovered the house he would finally live in. The coywolf had slowly been cleaning the inside of it, but still camped outside during the nighttime. It didn't bother the traveler much to do that - in fact, it bothered Bangle more that he would soon be living within the household itself; with the large oak he'd also build upon in the near future. His stuff was stored safely inside once he got rid of the cobwebs, rats, snakes, and dust, but he had yet to fix up some of the furniture that the humans had left behind. Some of it was moldy, or had loose springs, but nothing that couldn't be fixed with an assortment of furs, right?

As the afternoon began to roll around, bringing in cloudy skies that would darken the day, the male had finished up rolling up his tent and storing it next to the big oak. He took a couple paces back to observe the whole outside of the house, stretching his arms up as he did so. Then, placing one hand on his hip and the other on his chin in thought, he narrowed his eyes, trying to imagine the house as it would when cleaned up. The right side indeed needed work, but Bangle had to admit that he didn't know much of how or where to start.

His next few steps led him around that side of the house, finding exactly where the problems lie in the wooden abode. "You'll look quite a sight when yer fixed up," he said out loud, reaching a hand to pat the old wall gently, afraid it would collapse had the merchant put anymore pressure on it. A house was too big a project just for him to take on, and as the male moved his tongue over his teeth, Bangle began to wonder who he'd have to hire for help. The coywolf's tail swished to and fro behind his wrap, walking all around the house that, at least for now, would be called a home.

ooc: 3 points.

The male finished his circling around the house and finally came back around, from the side of the oak, back to where he started inspecting the house. It seemed that the roof needed quite a bit of work done, moreso than the walls on the side. The back of the house was alright, the storms hadn't really touched the back of the house, but the rest of the house took the big blows.

He had stepped up onto the porch, hearing the creaking of the wood as his weight was put on it. At the very top, he leaned against the post that kept supporting the front of the house, crossing his arms and curling his tail around one of his legs idly. Bangle perked up, however, at a voice that he had heard a few times before, and turned his head to see the big man, Shawchert, heading in his direction. The coywolf's concerns melted away for the moment, and he waved to the other man.

"'Elo there, pal!" He said to the male as he approached. Bangle never knew why he just didn't call anyone by their name. It wasn't that he had a problem remembering names, but he had nicknames for everyone he met, usually. 'Looks like you’re going to need a little help with that huh?' He chuckled, craning his neck around to look at the front door, which was partially open, then back to the larger male. "Guess ya could see that from a mile away, eh?" At the offer of assistance, Bangle grinned even wider (if that was even possible), his tail wagging from side to side.

"Ya mean it? I didn' know ya were a carpenter! I'd love a hand or two." And, with that, like an excited child he jumped from the top of the porch to the ground with a resounding thud, his bracelets and necklaces shaking every which way, reaching for Shaw's hand and shaking it, both in greeting and as a thank you gesture. Once he let go of the wolf's hand, he stood next to him, facing the house once again. "So uh.. how d'we tackle this thing?"

ooc: Edit: Finished! +3

Bangle hadn't been here long, but if there was one male he could look upon as a father figure, or a model, it was Shawchert. He was tall, no doubt about that, but he carried a weight upon his shoulders that the coywolf himself couldn't even believe. And yet, despite the constant having to look over the members of the pack, he had a grace all his own, and a humor that was evident in his very eyes.

Bangle's muzzle stretched into a toothy grin as the larger male joked with him about how far one could see the damage to his own house. The coywolf slapped his own knee when he approached the leader, then patted the larger male's back which, at his own height, was just below Shawchert's shoulder blades. "Hah! Shaw, ya kill me!" He mused, happy to share even the smallest of little jokes with someone else. Or just.. someone, for that matter. Being a traveler, one was left to merely themselves and their own thoughts. Having company was a welcome change indeed.

His face immediately changed to that of a serious one. Or, at least, as serious as he could make it. Bangle was never one for serious confrontations or even making a straight face. It was almost always contorted into a bright smile of some sort. "I’m sure the foundation is well enough for now looks sturdy enough though I’d replace that when you can." The coywolf nodded. He hadn't even considered the foundation. He thought it was sturdy enough, but wasn't going to chance it. He was no carpenter himself. Crossing his arms, he glanced sideways at the larger male.

Bangle seemed to be lost in thought until he was asked a question. "Any old hardware shops near here?" The traveler blinked, then looked around to the other surrounding houses. "Believe there's some ol' shops 'round this corner." He said, pointing in the directions of stores. He hadn't looked through all of them yet.. Bangle was afraid that, if he did, he'd spend more time collecting things for crafting and spending less time fixing the house.

ooc: +3. <33

Bangle didn't need to be told something twice, and he followed the larger man towards the other outcrop of buildings. He hadn't really ventured into this area yet, but these buildings were huge.. and were probably filled with several treasures. Bangle made a mental note to ransack these places when the time came. His steps matched Shaw's as he watched him approach the first house, just across from the coywolf's new home, and tear the vines that seemed so at home on these walls. His orange-yellow eyes followed the male as he saw him open the door, but the door was closed as quickly as it was opened - and the traveler's nose knew why.

A grin stretched across Bangle's muzzle when he heard Shaw joke about the place. That is, after his initial disgust at the stench that emitted even to his nose, feet from the building itself. It was awful, there were no words to even describe it. His eyes settled on Shaw, who looked to still be making the best out of a bad situation. "Maybe so, but it seems like yer about to liberate yer lunch all over." The coywolf followed Shaw to the next one, with hopes to find what they were looking for. But still - nothing.

His own lips quirked in thought, and took the initiative to open the next door up on the building to the left of Shaw. Though he didn't realize it, Bangle had held his breath, hoping not to scent what he and Shaw had to not moments ago. The door gave way without much fight, and he let go of the knob and let it swing open. Dust fell from the corners, signs that this place hadn't been opened in a while (as if any of the others did..), and though Bangle had to blink once or twice for his eyes to adjust, he thought he spotted shelves with several boxes and bags. Though it sure smelled like mold had taken over, the distinct smell of wood also hit the male's senses. He gestured a paw to the larger male, beckoning him over for them to take a look inside.

ooc: +3. Psh, what wait?! I make you wait even longer ;_;

The coywolf followed the larger male inside, somewhat bummed there were no stragglers who took shelter in the place. The craftsman could have gone to bed that night with more than just a repaired house. However, his joy was replaced by the fact that they had found a building with things that would help with home repairs. The scent inside the area was musty, to say the least, and the male kept the door open behind him as he followed Shawchert. The sunlight streamed into the place, but also aired the stench out.

Bangle wasn't sure what a lot of these things were that he saw before him. Perfectly good trees shaved down by.. who knows what.. then tacked together by hard, round pegs to make homes. Strange, strange creatures humans must have been. Shaking his head, the coywolf nearly forgot Shaw being there, who looked around excitably. The coyote mix had barely caught the larger male's words, blinking in his direction. "...we need to make sure it’s dry and doesn’t have any mold on it though." "What? Oh, right." He said rather distractedly, heading over to where the other stood and looked at the wood before them. Bangle knelt down, feeling the planks of wood for any sign of moisture or otherwise.

"Looks like the few 'ere are good, couple o'er there are a lil' wet behind th' ears," the traveler chuckled, picking up the handful of planks that were useful. He turned to look over at Shaw, hearing the floorboards squeak from under him. The wide ears atop his head twitched curiously. "What ever made ya want t'be a carpenter, friend?" Bangle could never understand why wolves wanted to pick up where humans left off, but he had to respect it for its majesty. It was art, after all.

ooc: 563 words. Thanks for reminding me about this thread XD.

Bangle listened, as he carried the armload of wood in his own hands, about Shaw's life as a carpenter. "I guess because I never wanted to be without a roof over my head…" The coywolf heard, and suddenly his mind drifted off into thought. Bangle was almost nearly the opposite, for he carried his own home wherever he went up until he joined the pack. Of course, it only served to be temporary but it gave Bangle more working room without the heavy loads that would burden his back.

But the coywolf shook his head, then, as he heard a question from the entrance of the building. "You coming?" The larger male said to him. Shrugging off his thoughts of traveling for the moment, the coyote mix readjusted the wood from under his arm and darted off after Shawchert. But even when he did catch up to the man, matching his walking speed, Bangle decided to race ahead back towards the house, eager to see what the carpenter could do. "C'mon friend, put those legs'a yers to use!" Bangle guffawed loudly into the fall air as he made a dash towards his house, jewelry shaking their chorus alongside the beat of wooden planks.

The male swooped around the corner and stopped when he got to his front porch, inhaling and exhaling air as he tried to catch his breath from the run. His ears twitched, waiting to hear for Shaw to round the corner. Grinning when he saw the larger male appear, the coywolf knelt down and set the wood down onto the floor near the front door. Pushing himself back up again and brushing himself off of the dust and stray wood chips that clung to his side, he nodded at Shawchert. "So where are we startin', carpenter?"

His hands curled into fists and he put them on his waist, anxiously waiting a response. It occurred to the traveler then that he hadn't met anyone who had wanted to give him a hand and didn't expect anything in return. The notion of wanting to help someone out just because was still strange to Bangle, usually he was at the ready to trade something for any assistance, if he ever needed it. But figuring it was usually best to do things himself, and not have to trade away his precious crafts in return, the coywolf lived independently.

All wolves were different, this the coyote mix knew. He'd nearly traveled all over, or so he thought, and had met just about every kind of personality there was. Bangle had picked up some of the personalities he thought addicting, but he had to agree that it was his life that made him... him. The coywolf shook his head presently as he stared at the large flute-playing male, wondering what kind of life he must have had, and what fortunes had brought him and the traveler together.

The strange salesman jumped down from the front porch, standing next to Shaw and (attempting to, at least) drape his arm casually on the large man's shoulder. But with Shaw being at least three feet taller on the coyote mix, it was a strange position to be in indeed. "So how d'you go about makin' this look livable, hm?" He said, looking at Shaw briefly and with his free hand, pointing palm outwards to display the house before them.

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The coywolf's orange-yellow eyes swept over the expanse of the house, his house, rather. Holes and tearing on the right walls were what needed fixing the most. The oak on the left protected most of the other side, making it look like the abode itself was two-faced. Bangle grinned, he rather liked it, but the holes definitely needed to be patched up. The salesman wasn't looking to make it look aesthetically pleasing - hell, what he did and what he wore didn't look much a beautiful sight, either. It was how the male liked it, who was he trying to impress? Well, customers maybe, but that wasn't the point.

Bits of bone tied within in dreadlocks shook almost eerily as the traveling salesman nodded at the larger male. The roof itself wasn't immediate, and Shawchert could see that. If it rained, Bangle would merely just put a bowl or two down to stop the leaks. If birds flew in, well... knowing Bangle, no one would need to hear the end result of that one. 'If you could get the nails and hammer?' He heard, seemingly from a distance. Bangle blinked his bright eyes, and noticed Shawchert some ways away from him now. "Ya got it, chief!" He said to the large male as he walked over to the front porch and scooped them up.

He followed the male around to the side of the house, and Bangle even noticed some spots he hadn't when inspecting the walls earlier. Odd colored things grew around the sides where holes were evident, possibly a long gathering of different weather patterns gone by. Wood bent in odd angles and jutted out in others, and Bangle's own brow quirked at the wreck of a scene. How the carpenter was going to do this, he had no idea.

Glancing up at the large carpenter, who asked him a question, Bangle attempted to keep a straight face and nodded. "Only a couple'a times.." he said, pausing for effect. And then: "Then I left 'em wantin' more!" He nudged Shaw's side as Bangle erupted into a cackle. It couldn't be helped. When his roaring descended to a mere chuckle, he nodded. "Naw, in all seriousness now. I 'ave, only not som'n.." He trailed off, looking up as far as he could along the wall. "..quite this large."