[littl3chocobo]

when he woke it was evening and he could hear something creaking from outside of the open window. following his ears he carefully went downstairs, at some point in his sleep the pain in his gut and head had dimmed to ignorable levels though in it's place an empty belly and ache in his lowers had taken residence. when he got to the bottom he headed for the open front door and slipping past the creaky screen found brady in a rocker fiddling with something he could not see. "......you should get some oil, everything seems to squeak here"