<div class="floatleft">(https://www.lahiguera.net/cinemania/actores/jake_johnson/fotos/26823/jake_johnson.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Flynn Huxley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339010.msg16081547#msg16081547)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>September 1st, 11am<br/><strong>Location:</strong>At the Great Doors leading into the Castle<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>A very, very dirty t-shirt and jeans (pictured)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Fixing a wobbly stone<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Viola<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Wobbling the stone to and fro before lifting it up and packing more sand underneath, smoothing and starting the process all over again, Flynn was getting quite hot and sweaty, and was down to his t-shirt and jeans by the time he felt he had the stone fitting somewhat right.  It didn’t need to be perfect after all.  For one, he’d be here all month if he tried to get it perfect, and secondly, if it was perfectly seated and smooth, it wouldn’t fit in with the rest of the stones.  The castle was around a billion years old or something, so it needed some character.<br/><br/>Speaking of characters, just as he was feeling he got the stone ‘good enough’ Flynn heard a familiar voice behind him, and slowly stood to face the arriving Viola.  “Hey there, Viola.”  Flynn replied, wishing he was not quite so dirty from his morning of stonemasonry to greet the returning librarian.  “You brought me something back, from the States?” He asked, his tone a mixture of surprise and worry.  After all, he had not gotten her anything, but then again, he hadn’t gone anywhere either.  Well, except to the pub, but he doubted there was anything she wanted from there.<br/><br/>Wiping his hand on his shirt, which somehow only seemed to make the both of them a little dirtier, Flynn reached out gingerly to take the little knit bird from Viola.  She was right, it was definitely not a thunderbird, but it was a bird, and a very cute one.  It would stand out in his room, there was no doubt about that, and not just because it was new.  “You made this?” He asked, clearly impressed.  “That is amazing, Vi.  I love it.  It is going to be my new favorite bird.”  Flynn grinned.<br/><br/>Holding it gingerly between two fingers to try and prevent it from getting dirty, Flynn reached up to try and wipe some sweat from his brow, and when that failed, he used the hem of his shirt, briefly pulling it up to expose his stomach while he wiped his face.  “Whew, sorry I am so sweaty and grimy. This stone stuff is dirty work.”  Lowering his shirt back down, Flynn nodded his head back towards the Castle interior.  “Want to get something to drink?  I’m about done here and you can tell all about your summer in America.”<br/>