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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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[casciel.livejournal.com]

"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."

[hart-on-sleeve.livejournal.com]

John gives Hanan a good old once over. Cassie had mentioned he was good looking and she did not disappoint (and when has she ever?)!

"Hello, sir, well met!" He extends his hand, because he remember that she also mentioned he was a bit tight-arsed.

[nhanan.livejournal.com]

Oh god. Not another one! Why do all of Casciel's friends need to look at him like he's something to eat?

But he'll wipe his hand on his jeans before extending his own hand, and firmly shake the other man's hand. "How do you do, Captain Hart? Very glad to meet you." Hanan has very antiquated and Victorian manners, John! Most of the time, anyway. With strangers. Who don't kiss his Princess.

[hart-on-sleeve.livejournal.com]

John can't resist a little giggle. Just like this history books! He has to wonder if Hanan wears a cravat when he's not on the job.

"So!" he claps his hands together. "What do you want me to get on top of first."

He didn't mean for that to sound quite so suggestive, really!

[nhanan.livejournal.com]

Mr. Hart, you do not want to see him in a cravat. He'd hate for you to drool over his shoes.

"How handy are you with tools? Saws? Hammers. Nails. You ever build anything?" Hanan's decided a long time ago that the best thing to do when dealing with flirtatious men is to pretend it never ever happened.

[hart-on-sleeve.livejournal.com]

"Oh very handy with tools from my time - 51st century...this old school stuff though? You might say I'm a virgin!" He giggles.

John's in one of those moods! Hopefully Hanan can weather it. :O)

[nhanan.livejournal.com]

God. Her friends are so damn weird! Excluding himself, of course.

"Well.. come here then. Let me show you what to do." And once John is close enough, Hanan will show John how to measure and cut and nail and various carpenter-y things.

And with that, Casciel is forgotten. Thank god, someone was here to help him! He'd have to apologize to Kage. Which was enough to make him hammer his thumb.

"fucking hell!"

[hart-on-sleeve.livejournal.com]

Oooo! There's nothing (in John's opinion) than an uptight hot guy cursing. It's still a hop of his to get a good string of them from Eye Candy.

It's also a little funny, since here he is having never used this equipment before and he hasn't hurt himself yet!

"Need some help? Bandaid? Someone to kiss it better?"

[nhanan.livejournal.com]

Hanan glares at John - and the man can glare. John, you may need a moment to control yourself!

"I'm just fine, Mr. Hart." And he'll go back to the hammering, harder now (because now he's annoyed with John!)

[hart-on-sleeve.livejournal.com]

That is a nasty glare, leaves Eye Candy's attempts in the dust! John even looks away for a moment.

"Right, sorry," he clears his throat. "Righto! So what are we building first?" He looks the house or the skeleton of it.