How Green Becomes Wood

"It is coming together." Dark said simply, wiping his hands on a towel, "I am glad you like the front. It will look better once it is completed."

"It better look awesome, your dad made me spent two hours climbing up and down a ladder to do it," Cooger huffed, but Dark smirked only slightly before saying.

"Cooger, half of your career is climbing up and down ladders."
 
"It's not completed yet?" Alec said in shock. What more could there possibly be left to do?

"Sure, he spends all that time climbing up and down them during business hours, which means he's not interested in doing it during his spare time," Xander pointed out.
 
"The ground decorations," Dark answered simply, and to Xander said, "This is his buisness hours, I technically employed him."

"Yeah, he did agree to feed me all day," Cooger agreed easily, "so I'm very much looking forward to seeing what's for dinner."
 
"Alright, that's a bit more fair," Xander agreed. "Need help? Or are you done for today?"

Alec was still in shock. It was one thing to know and to hear that someone was a huge fan and went all-out decorating. It was another thing entirely to see it in action.
 
"Aw, I help him every year, I just like giving him s*** for it," Cooger laughed, clapping Dark on the back, "I think all we have left for today are the trees, right?"

"Yes," Dark replied gradually, thinking it through carefully, "Just the trees. I have left your shed unaltered, Xander, out of respect for your space, but it does not need to remain so." Dark's shed, of course, received the same treatment as the house.
 
"Oh," Xander said, surprised though, upon reflection, he shouldn't have been. "Thanks. I guess it would look weird if it didn't have anything on it. I'll look into putting some stuff up so it'll blend in better. Want help with the trees?"
 
"If you would like to help, I would be glad for your help," Dark agreed, "but only if you do not have other things you need to be doing, I do not want to take up your time."

"If Xander is helping us, I'm holding the ladder. I don't know if I trust him to catch me if I fall." Cooger said, "We're taking a break now, though. We've been busting our *** all day."
 
"Yeah, I'm not catching you," Xander said agreeably.

"I could help, too!" Alec offered. He paused and glanced at his mother. "Unless you need help in here? I can totally stay in here and help, too."
 
Daizi smiled, "You go and do whatever you like, habibi. Ivy and I are okay here, and she'll be going down to a nap, soon."

As she said this, Dark came around towards Alec, looking over his shoulder at Ivy. Rather than reaching out to her, though, he asked, "How was school today?"
 
"It was good," Alec said, shifting Ivy so he could have a better hold, willing to hold her as long as she'd allow it. "Long. Boring. Exucational. Nothing exciting at all. Quite lovely!"

"The footballers are acting kind of weird, but, yeah, things were pretty quiet today," Xander put in.
 
"The football team at that school are a cult," Dark said dryly, "but the administration seemed disinterested in rectifying the issue. My prediction is it will continue to be a problem until it becomes unavoidable, and likely that means it will be an issue until someone whose parents donate heavily to the school gets hurt."

"Well that's bleak," Cooger said.
 
"No argument there," Xander agreed.

"Actually," Alec mused, "they've been just a hair nicer the last couple of days. Just a hair, and mostly only like... five or six of them. But it is an improvement! And I think we're friends with one of them."
 
"That is interesting." Dark mused, thinking it through in his mind, but it was impossible for him to figure out what the reason behind the change in their behaviour might have been.

"It's good you've made friends with one," Cooger chuckled, "Every group needs one jock."

Daizi grinned, "Cooger, you weren't a jock, you were a stoner who happened to wrestle."
 
"I think Sloan counts as a jock, although most people don't seem to think of girls as being jocks," Alec remarked.

Xander frowned. "Do gymnastics count?"

"I don't see why not. It's a lot of physical activity and talent and work," Alec stated.
 
"If that's true, that makes Xander a jock also, I think," Daizi commented, leaning against the counter, "And Dark, too."

"I am not a jock I am just depressed." Dark joked, figuring if the endorphins from exercise didn't help him cope, maybe he wouldn't spend so much time in the gym.
 
"Sounds like a saying you'd find on a T-shirt," Xander snickered.

"Xander's a jock, sure, but I don't think Ba qualifies since it's 'only' working out," Alec said, using his fingers to make air quotes even if Daizi couldn't see them.
 
"I never would've thought the people in my life would be so sporty," Daizi commented, "What do you think, Ivy, are you going to be sporty, too?"

"I can see her playing vollyball or something," Cooger commented, "She's pretty active."
 
"Maybe she'll be some kind of runner. Long distance, track, or cross country," Alec mused.

"I could see that. Maybe basketball," Xander said. "As long as it's not rugby or football, it's cool."
 
Dark couldn't help but scoff at Xander's suggestion, "Do you know how often I was asked to join the basketball team in school? Or to coach it, once I began teaching? Tall people exist in a place and they are handed a basketball."

"And yet we so often shoot hoops at the Homestead," Cooger smirked, bumping his shoulder against Dark.

"That is only because it is fun to watch you struggle."
 
"It'd be so cool to live in a place with a name," Alec commented wistfully. "Somewhere nearby, of course, but with it's own name!"

"I'm not sure I trust you to name a house," Xander said dryly.
 
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