short ;-;
Neela was downstairs as far as he knew, while he was upstairs. Now, normally Tony wouldn't be one of the first volunteers to clamber high up inside a roof space to fix the exterior of a house, but with Neela there he felt the need to protect and impress her all at the same time. He glanced down and a wave of nausea overcame him for a second. 'This is even worse than water' he complained audibly, remembering his reluctant dunk in the water back in his youth days. He didn't like deep water and often wondered how on earth he'd be able to muster up the courage to step upon a boat with Neela but he assumed that her spirit would jsut carry in on board and then he'd be fine. But for now he was happy to keep his feet firmly planted on terra firma. Well in a sense.
'Neela!' he called, looking around for nails but finding none. 'Can y' pass us up some nails, please!' He sat there for a moment, survey the afternoon glow around the territory, the air wasn't too hot and the breeze wasn't to cold. And the only reason he wanted a drink was because he was so exhausted after all the building and physical effort.
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