i'm sure there ain't heaven but i still like to picture her there

His mood was sour, expression sullen. Banishing the sand was the only thing on his mind, along with getting to whatever half broken tangle of bullshit he'd pulled from the very back of the shed. Really, would it kill them to not put shit away broken? It was all fixable, but needed repairs, and if it needed repairs then why had it been put back? Dread's expression was pure annoyance as he worked.

Kite's voice not far behind him was enough to startle him from his thoughts. She had nearly smacked her face on the door frame in the process, and she was shouting right back at him. "Watch your face." His voice is raised, but Dread's tone is far sharper than he means it to be. He takes a deep breath, righting himself after a moment. "And I'm not awful at it, there's just so much sand!" Dread shoots back, scowling in his sister's direction.

"The hell are you doing on the beach before dark?" His voice is softer now, worry replacing some of the more annoyed expressions in his features. It wasn't like her to be out at this time, and he has to be concerned. Like it's his job.

"Dread Fatalis"