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[nigelhanan]

Nigel Hanan is sweaty, shirtless, dressed in a pair of battered jeans and a pair of heavy toed shoes that look as old as he is. He's been up out of his grave for hours now, energetically beating the crap out of his precious house. It's looking much better  - it actually resembles a house now! But he's slowly getting Annoyed with the concept of doing it all himself - was he crazy or something? Don't answer that.

But he hears a welcome distraction coming his way, and he turns towards the road, plasters a huge grin on his face, and waits for his Princess.

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"Hanan!" She broke into a huge smile. Gods, she'd MISSED him! She hadn't really known just how much until she lets go of John's hand and plasters herself against him, hugging him tight, kissing him fast on the mouth. "Gods, I missed you!"

Hanan really hadn't expected this, but thank god he'd been 100% solid when she'd grabbed him, he would never had forgiven himself if he made her faceplant into the hard ground. "Good morning, Princess." It was actually early afternoon, but who cared, right?

"Hanan!" When Hanan finally puts her down, she motions for John. "Hanan, I want to introduce you to a good friend of mine. Captain John Hart." And she'll preen over the 'friend' part, yes she will. "He's here to help you."