Word Count → 424 :: He just woke up xD
Although he had been the one to announce it in the meet, the storm coloured Angelo had had his doubts regarding how the two proposed projects would go; considering that, from his understanding of each pack member, none of them knew a heck out a lot about gardening and within the pack there was currently only a select few craftsmen and women. Sighing he looked down at the pale Abigor, one of the two ranked craftsmen within the pack whom was soundly asleep, sprawled half across the grey Angelo, head resting upon the samurai's chest. Thinking of craftsman a certain dark female and his encounter with her came to his mind, the memory both infuriating and funny now that some time had passed to allow his initial irritation to fade.
Gently he pushed Alexander off of him and wriggled off the bed as carefully as he could, trying his best not to wake the ghostly male. Upon reaching the end of the bed he rose, stretching his arms out over his head and yawning loudly, eyes darting back down to the bed of furs and blankets to see if the idiot had woken up, but to his relief it seemed the pale male was still dead to the world. Reaching up he tugged at the strip of leather that tied his hair back as he padded over to the crow pen, allowing the now knot littered mess to fall down against his back, whilst opening the pen door with his free hand. “You coming out or staying?” he asked the pest, Beyaz stirred within in response but made no attempt to leave the pen and so the samurai left the pest in there.
By the end of his bed an array of jeans; both his and Alex's, were scattered in various stages of being folded and organised. Eyeing them the Angelo concluded there was no point in getting dressed yet, considering he himself never truly understood the point in clothing aside from the added warmth and pockets; neither thing he particularly needed at the time, thus he had no issue going out or being seen as he was. Moving to the bloody door, he pushed it open, closing it silently behind himself and emerged into his work worktop desk, plucking up a flask that contained water before sitting on the desk, he took a long drink from the metal container and dumped it down beside him, reaching out and snatching up a brush he then began to untangle the mess that was his hair.
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