Dirt in the wrong hands

Raijin still had a lot of work to do to make their hut a home. A general structure was great and tended to keep them dry, except for the few places the bamboo didn’t fit together quite perfectly, but they still needed to flesh out more of it. There were shelves to make, furs to place, and Sedna’s clinic attached to the front still had a lot of work to be done on it. This was what he was doing when his partner’s call rang out. He’d been watching her on his breaks, prodding her for information though he had an idea as to what she was doing, but the woman kept her pretty lips sealed.

He finished up what he was doing before heading out to greet his family, finding Kuroo had joined them. His usual grin settled onto his sabered maw as he went around pressing kisses to each of their heads, minus Kuroo who got a suggestive eyebrow wiggle as is to say he could get a kiss too if he asked. The man settled down next to Tate toward the end of the line, reaching out to scoop some of the clay into his paws and place it at his feet. “It’s not for eating, kids. Your mom worked hard to put it all together. We can ruin it after she starts, not before,” he said with a wink, golden gaze traveling to the woman with a joking glint in his bright golden gaze.

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