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“Come on Kim Dokja, are you really not going to let me in?”
Yoo Joonghyuk groaned, leaning on the side of the door to Kim Dokja’s apartment.
A small huff is all the response that he got as he saw Kim Dokja scurry around in his apartment, trying to get ready for their date together.
“Dokjaaaaa,”
Yoo Joonghyuk turned and leaned his body against the wall of the hallway on the outside of Kim Dokja’s door, unable to enter his boyfriend’s apartment without an invitation.
It wasn’t the first time Kim Dokja used his vampiric side against him, but it was still quite rude seeing as he hadn’t done anything…ish.
Yoo Joonghyuk heard the bedroom door close and watched as Kim Dokja finally stepped out, and started locking his door.
He quickly placed himself behind Kim Dokja, nuzzling his boyfriend, ready to fit his chin in the crook of Kim Dokja’s neck - a place he had deemed to be his since their first date when,
“Argh-”
Yoo Joonghyuk flinched back at the slight burning sensation on the side of his cheek. He put rubbed the already-healing mark on his face, and zeroed in on the reason.
“Seriously?” Yoo Joonghyuk gave his boyfriend a pointed look, Kim Dokja just smirked and shrugged.
“Where did you even get a pure silver necklace?”
“Han Sooyoung let me borrow it.”
Yoo Joonghyuk inwardly groaned, of course, Kim Dokja’s best friend had to be one of the very few witches in Korea who were actually worth their weight.
“She also gave me these,” Kim Dokja said and spread out his fingers on both his hands, showing a nice display of silver rings on several fingers.
“So unless you want second-degree burns, no hand-holding either.”
Yoo Joonghyuk glared at Kim Dokja, and Kim Dokja returned it with a glare of his own.
“Well if someone didn’t try biting me while I was asleep, maybe I wouldn't be doing all this.”
Yoo Joonghyuk huffed, deciding to let Kim Dokja and his antics be. If he was that mad, he could be that mad. Besides Yoo Joonghyuk wasn’t one for PDA, especially not in Korea-
“Oh, and no kissing either,”
Yoo Joonghyuk's eyes widened a bit at that as he looked back at Kim Dokja, who stuck out his tongue.
His tongue which now had a shiny silver ball in the middle of it.
If it weren’t for the silver in Kim Dokja’s mouth, Yoo Joonghyuk would think the piercing was kind of hot. What Kim Dokja could do with that tongue and a steel ball in it licking around his-
“Han Sooyoung also let me borrow her fake piercing.”
Yoo Joonghyuk breathed in trying to calm himself, to regain reason from his thoughts, and reminding himself that he should be mad at Kim Dokja, not even more attracted to the bewitching human.
“I wasn’t actually going to-”
“Your eyes were activated, and your fangs were dripping.”
Yoo Joonghyuk closed his mouth with a click.
It wasn’t been his fault that Kim Dokja looked so delectable after falling asleep at his place. Besides, they’d been dating for five years now and after another year of dating Kim Dokja would officially be physically older than Yoo Joonghyuk. They both knew they wanted to get married, so Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t understand why Kim Dokja insisted on staying human for a little while longer. In two more years, Kim Dokja would be thirty! And they wouldn’t be immortal together in their twenties anymore.
…Which wouldn’t be such a big deal if Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t know that Kim Dokja would hold the fact that he was “older” than Yoo Joonghyuk over him forever, even if Yoo Joonghyuk was much older than him chronologically.
Yoo Joonghyuk huffed, deciding to rid his anger and to take what he could get. Thankful that Kim Dokja had decided to even go on their weekly date night anyway, with no fight.
Yoo Joonghyuk placed a hand on the small of Kim Dokja’s back, and they started leaving the apartment.
“Where did you want to go for tonight?” Yoo Joonghyuk asked.
“Italian.” Kim Dokja responded.
…or no physical fight that was.
•••
Yoo Joonghyuk crinkled his nose in the restaurant, the garlic smell in the air almost enough to make his eyes water and nose runny.
Kim Dokja however, paid no attention to Yoo Joonghyuk’s plight. Thoroughly enjoying the free garlic bread on their table that Yoo Joonghyuk immediately pushed aside after sitting.
“Hello, I’m Park Minho and I’ll be your waiter for tonight. Can I interest you in any drinks?”
Yoo Joonghyuk opened his mouth, ready to ask for a nice expensive red wine. A drink was exactly what he needed to distract himself from all the garlic aroma in the air and one would hopefully help Kim Dokja loosen up after Yoo Joonghyuk's little...mishap.
“No, water will be fine.” Kim Dokja said with a smile to the waiter. Yoo Joonghyuk sank a little into his seat, slightly disappointed that Kim Dokja didn’t want any alcohol for the night.
“Actually we’re ready to order too, I think.”
Yoo Joonghyuk perked up again, already knowing his order.
“I’ll take the garlic shrimp scampi with a side salad.”
‘Arg, so he’s really not going to let last week go.’ Yoo Joonghyuk thought, drowning out the conversation as the waiter asked Kim Dokja what kind of salad he wanted.
Honestly, garlic didn’t do much to Yoo Joonghyuk besides slightly irritate him, but he understood the meaning behind the order.
“And he’ll have…”
‘Or maybe he’s not that mad?’ Yoo Joonghyuk preened to himself, feeling quite satisfied about the fact that Kim Dokja would order for him and already knew exactly what he liked.
“The filet mignon, sub garlic mashed potatoes with a half-baked one,”
Ah yes, exactly what he wanted, ‘Okay, things are looking good, maybe tonight won’t be so bad afterall-’
“Steak, cooked well done.”
And Yoo Joonghyuk’s thoughts screech to a stop as the waiter writes everything down.
“Okay, I got a garlic shrimp scampi with a garden salad, caesar dressing instead of blue cheese, and a filet mignon, well done, with a half-baked potato on the side. Will that be all?” The waiter looked at the both of them. Kim Dokja gave Yoo Joonghyuk a pointed look, daring him to say otherwise.
Yoo Joonghyuk gulped, “No, that will be all.”
•••
Okay so dinner was a bust, but Yoo Joonghyuk still had his hopes up for the rest of their date. There was a Halloween fair in town, on the outskirts of Seoul, and Kim Dokja often loved going to events like these, having never experienced them as a child.
Yoo Joonghyuk parked his car and using his enhanced speed, quickly went around the car, and opened Kim Dokja’s door before the other man could do it himself.
“Well, isn’t someone trying to be impressive tonight?” Kim Dokja teased.
Yoo Joonghyuk closed his eyes and simply shrugged, not willing to admit how right Kim Dokja was.
~peck~
Yoo Joonghyuk opened his eyes, shocked, and looked down at his smiling companion.
“But your-”
“They’re tongue piercings Yoo Joonghyuk-ah, not poison,” Kim Dokja said.
Yoo Joonghyuk wanted to argue that for him there really wasn’t any difference, but Kim Dokja went on,
“I can still kiss you. But you can’t kiss me.” Kim Dokja smirked triumphantly, knowing how weak Yoo Joonghyuk could be when it came to him.
How when he usually kissed Kim Dokja, it was as if he were a starving man and Kim Dokja was a feast laid bare before him. How each time, he couldn’t help but use his fangs and nip at Kim Dokja’s lips to get a hint of his blood swirled between them. How each time he did that he knew Kim Dokja would give him that little gasp of pain, allowing him to delve into that beautiful mouth more.
Basically, how if Yoo Joonghyuk was going to kiss Kim Dokja, he was going to kiss him right.
Kim Dokja was still looking smug at his loophole when Yoo Joonghyuk swooped in, catching the younger man by surprise.
“Mmmhrgg”
Even if they couldn't have their usual sweet kiss, both mouths just slightly open, Yoo Joonghyuk could still bask in Kim Dokja's lips - the little residue of garlic from dinner doing nothing to him but adding a little tingly feeling to their kiss. Pressing his lips hard against Kim Dokja’s, Yoo Joonghyuk started sucking at Kim Dokjas's top lip.
He was beginning to rethink his no-garlic-in-meals rule.
Kim Dokja kept his teeth firmly shut as Yoo Joonghyuk expected. Despite putting in the piercing, he knew that Kim Dokja didn’t actually want Yoo Joonghyuk to get hurt. And he took advantage of this, deepening their kiss, and opened his mouth over the closed one. Yoo Joonghyuk licked Kim Dokja's lips as if they had the freshest water droplets on earth and he was dying of thirst. Kim Dokja kissed him back, but it's hard to do so with this teeth shut. As Kim Dokja got more desperate he parted his mouth a little, wanting to return some of Yoo Joonghyul's actions or to use the stud to ward Yoo Joonghyuk off. However, Yoo Joonghyuk was too quick for that and quicked parted their lips, expertly avoiding the silver punishment inside and leaving a blushing Kim Dokja just standing there.
“You-!” Kim Dokja flushed red, breathes heaving from the intense kiss.
“Come on we’ll miss the fair,” Yoo Joonghyuk smirked and started walking ahead, Kim Dokja trailed soon behind.
•••
“Kim Dokja.”
Yoo Joonghyuk stood outside of the exhibit, unable to go in.
“Huh? What’s that? I can’t hear youuuu,” Kim Dokja’s voice echoed.
“Uh…sir you can go in with your friend if you want. I won’t charge you any tickets, if you’re out.” The female voice of the fair attendant suggested kindly.
Yoo Joonghyuk sighed in contempt as he looked at the colored sign above the door,
HALL OF MIRRORS
“No, I just…don’t really like mirrors.”
“Uh sir, I can assure you this exhibit has nothing scary inside. They’re just warped mirrors to make you look funny.”
“I…have a phobia of mirrors.” Yoo Joonghyuk said through gritted teeth, silently willing for the attendant to go away and stop bothering him before they noticed that Yoo Joonghyuk wasn’t showing up on the faraway mirror that faced the entrance.
“Oh…” The attendant sweat a little, “Then you can just go around the tent and wait at the exit for your friend if you want.”
Yoo Joonghyuk said a thank you to the employee, and started dragging his feet to the other side of the exhibit.
A few passerbyers gave Yoo Joonghyuk weird looks for walking behind the rope fence around the tent of the exhibit rather than going through it, but Yoo Joonghyuk paid them no mind as he reached the other side of the very large tent.
“Sir, you’re not allowed to be behind the-”
“Kim Chan-Yeol, I’m sending a guest over to you. He’s afraid of mirrors, but his friend is in there so just let him wait at the exit with you, over?” The previous attendant’s voice buzzed through the radio before the man could finish his sentence.
The high school-looking attendant looked at Yoo Joonghyuk and an awkward air fell between them, as he looked at the scarred, 184cm, clearly-built, man who was apparently afraid of mirrors, in front of him.
“Copy, that.”
The awkward air stayed as neither of them said anything. Yoo Joonghyuk just stared at the exit, as the boy tried unearthing a tuft of dead grass with his shoe in the dry dirt ground.
“...sooo mirrors huh?” The boy tried to make conversation.
Yoo Joonghyuk glanced at the boy again, and the tuft of grass suddenly seemed more interesting than the 184cm man’s phobia of mirrors, as the boy's head shot right back down.
Yoo Joonghyuk sighed, as he saw the couple that was behind Kim Dokja come out.
He didn’t know exactly how long Kim Dokja intended to stay in there. He had hoped Kim Dokja was simply curious about the hall…but he could never know with Kim Dokja, especially when it came to what lengths the younger man would go to with his pettiness.
As more people came out, the slightly intimidated demeanor of the attendant turned into a pitying one, and Yoo Joonghyuk ticked in anger.
“Hey, do you maybe wanna text your friend and see if he’s still in there? Maybe he already left and you didn’t notice.”
“No, he’s still in there.”
The boy didn’t try to argue, but Yoo Joonghyuk could clearly tell that his high school mind had conjured some nonexistent drama that Yoo Joonghyuk was some pitiful man, who just got ditched at the Halloween fair because of his poor excuse for a phobia.
…
…
1 hour later…
“Uh, do you want to get a drink or something?”
Yoo Joonghyuk and the boy had not moved from the spot where they were when Yoo Joonghyuk had first arrived.
Or a more accurate description would be, that Yoo Joonghyuk had not moved an inch since arriving. Standing perfectly straight, not shifting any of his weight, or moving his feet at all, while the boy teetered on his feet and walked a couple of steps every few minutes. Yoo Joonghyuk finally broke his stillness, to turn to the boy and raised an eyebrow to him.
“Not- not like that!” The boy stammered, “I meant-” The boy dug around his fanny pack, and took out a wad of crumbled tickets.
“We get these for free to use on their breaks, but this is my last night here and I have plans for the rest of the weekend. So if you wanted to grab a snack or drink while you wait…”
Yoo Joonghyuk could tell that, in a way, the boy was trying to help. But also, that the boy was getting pretty sick of watching Yoo Joonghyuk all night for a friend he wasn’t entirely convinced even existed.
Yoo Joonghyuk sighed, grunted a response that sounded similar to a thank you, grabbed the wad of crumbled tickets, and started walking to the nearest snack stand.
With nothing better to do, Yoo Joonghyuk ordered five boxes of popcorn. He figured he might as well keep busy and snack on the popcorn, despite not gaining any nutritional value from it. This way he had something to do, and was guaranteed to have enough leftover for Kim Dokja to have as well when he was finally done hiding in the exhibit.
The line for popcorn was long. A half an hour later when Yoo Joonghyuk came back, he still didn’t see Kim Dokja outside waiting for him, and the exit attendant had been switched out. Not willing to explain his situation again, Yoo Joonghyuk stood slightly afar from the exit, and stared at it while he nibbled his popcorn.
If he had gotten any strange looks from parents exiting the hall he paid them no mind…there was no way Kim Dokja could stay there for more than 2 hours right?
…
…
1 hour later…
Yoo Joonghyuk’s previously calm demeanor was gone. He was tapping one foot on the ground, gripping the last box of popcorn in one hand with his other curled up in his pocket to stop himself from finishing the last, absurdly small, box saved for Kim Dokja.
“Joonghyuk-ah!”
Kim Dokja finally came out.
Yoo Joonghyuk took a breath in and relaxed, unfurling his hand and taking it out to welcome Kim Dokja.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I admit I did want to stay in there for a while, and honestly, for the first hour it was really easy because the mirrors were really fun and you could sit in front of them and change how you look a lot, but it’s also so dark in there that I ended up falling asleep-”
“It’s okay.” Yoo Joonghyuk cut off Kim Dokja’s rambling and handed him the last box of popcorn he had.
“I’m literally hundreds of years older than you Dokja, I think I’ve learned a little bit of patience in the time before I met you.”
Kim Dokja still looked a little abashed but quickly shrugged it off, considering how Yoo Joonghyuk was seemingly unaffected by the long wait time.
“Well, thanks I’m glad I guess.” Kim Dokja said, glad that Yoo Joonghyuk wasn’t mad at him for wasting his time but also slightly upset that his “punishment” wouldn’t have had any effect on the other man at all apparently.
“Come on, the fair is going to close soon we should head to the car.” Yoo Joonghyuk guided Kim Dokja to the exit.
Kim Dokja nodded and decided to start eating the popcorn in his hands,
“Ugh, these are so salty. You couldn’t have gotten a drink while you waited too?”
Yoo Joonghyuk was glad he wasn’t holding the popcorn in his hands anymore or he was sure he would have thrown the popcorn everywhere at that statement.
“Sorry, I didn’t realize it was salty, I just grabbed it for you because I was afraid you’d be hungry after being in the hall for so long.”
“Awww thanks, but this really is too salty so I’m going to throw it away.”
“Go ahead,” Yoo Joonghyuk replied nonchalantly as Kim Dokja jogged to a nearby trashcan.
And Yoo Joonghyuk watched as the sweet salted companion that he hadn’t allowed himself to mindlessly indulge in was thrown in the garbage.
“Okay let’s go home!”
Kim Dokja skipped ahead of Yoo Joonghyuk and Yoo Joonghyuk turned back to look at his fallen constellation in the trash, screaming internally, before following Kim Dokja to the exit.
•••
Yoo Joonghyuk walked Kim Dokja back to his apartment, though he couldn't hold Kim Dokja’s hand he swung his in tandem with Kim Dokja’s right next to him, just barely avoiding getting burned.
It was a slightly risky choice, one inch off and he could burn himself on the silver – but it was worth it.
He could heal within a couple of weeks, compared to his lifespan that minute of pain would be nothing, but he had only known Kim Dokja for five years…and he wanted to savor every day with the man who convinced him maybe having immortal days could have actually been a blessing in disguise after all.
“Okay, well I’m here.” Kim Dokja said as they reached his door.
Yoo Joonghyuk nodded and stared at Kim Dokja, wondering if the smaller man would invite him in like he usually does.
Kim Dokja however, looked slightly unhappy.
‘Why isn’t he happier? We did everything he wanted to and I didn’t complain at all.’
“What’s wrong?” Yoo Joonghyuk asked.
Though today had clearly not been one of their best dates, Kim Dokja did get to decide to do everything he had wanted. And despite his antics in trying to get Yoo Joonghyuk back for his uhm slip in judgment, their date was fine, still full of the same care and conversation as usual…just in different settings than usual…and different parameters…and Kim Dokja did disappear for 3 hours of their date.
…actually Yoo Joonghyuk could tell why Kim Dokja would be a little mad. But all of which were not Yoo Joonghyuk’s fault!
…ish
“...I-” Kim Dokja started and Yoo Joonghyuked leaned in to listen.
“I guess I’m glad we still went on our date.”
Yoo Joonghyuk preened,
“But I don’t know I’m alspo just a little mad that it seemed like everything I was doing didn’t affect you?”
And Yoo Joonghyuk’s heart fell.
“What do you mean, Dokja?” He said, cupping his lover’s cheeks.
Kim Dokja pushed Yoo Joonghyuk’s hands off and Yoo Joonghyuk started panicking inside. 'No, don’t push me away. I can do better I promise, what did I do wrong. I can fix it, I can fix it-’
“I just mean- I know I wasn’t being the nicest person tonight but it didn’t even matter to you, it didn’t even affect you!” Kim Dokja pointed out getting more mad, “Yeah I’ll admit I pulled some asshole moves, but I feel it hasn’t sunk in that what you did was wrong.”
Kim Dokja looked Yoo Joonghyuk straight in his eyes, a storm brewing inside of them.
“Dokja…”
“And don’t Dokja… me! You know I want to stay human longer, I told you I wasn’t ready yet. And do I think you would have really bitten me? No! Or I hope not, but the matter is you still did what you did and you barely apologized and it seemed like tonight wasn’t even all that much of a punishment for you!”
Kim Dokja got a little red in his face as he clenched his fists down and waited for Yoo Joonghyuk to respond.
“It…” Yoo Joonghyuk said carefully,
“...Tonight…didn’t affect me as little as you thought it did Kim Dokja.”
Still angry, Kim Dokja raised an eyebrow at him and Yoo Joongyuk explained,
“Kim Dokja, I have lived hundreds of years before you were even born. I watched as war crimes were committed and rules drawn, the conception of the internet, the conception of technology as a whole in fact, when I was born ships were still made with wood and sails, babies weren’t always expected to live to be adults.”
Kim Dokja stared at him and made a motion to go on, obviously not knowing where Yoo Joonghyuk was going with this but also not really caring, having already known all of this information.
“I am aware in a five-year span, this may seem like a long relationship for you. But for me Dokja, you have been such a fleeting moment in my life.”
Kim Dokja’s eyes narrowed, not exactly knowing what Yoo Joonghyuk meant, but not liking how it sounded.
“I mean that, because my life is so long our relationship is just such a short existence in comparison. So I don’t like to get caught up in fights like this.” Yoo Joonghyuk sighed and took Kim Dokja’s hands.
Kim Dokja gasped and flinched back, trying to remove his hands, but Yoo Joonghyuk held them firmly, allowing the silver to burn him as he looked Kim Dokja in the eyes.
Slowly, Kim Dokja stopped struggling and Yoo Joonghyuk slid his hands down to hold Kim Dokja’s fingers where the rings weren’t and the other man finally relaxed, focusing back on Yoo Joonghyuk again.
“Dokja, you may know what my life was like before you. But have no idea how it felt to live that kind of life. Before you, I was simply living through the motions of every life, doing whatever I chose to be in a new town, or the new hobby I picked up. I wasn’t living, I was surviving because I was too cowardly to ever put a stake in my own heart.”
Kim Dokja looked at Yoo Joonghyuk, eyes no longer full of anger, finally seeing Yoo Joonghyuk in a new light.
“And then I met you.”
Kim Dokja fully softened at that statement
“I just worry.” Yoo Joonghyuk looked down, “You’re still mortal and you don’t know what can happen, any day you can suddenly be gone and then I’ll just be alone again going through life, after life, after life.”
“I never meant for you to feel disregarded. I acted how I did today because I knew I was wrong that’s why I didn’t argue with you, I just wanted to be with you. I know it seems like I just brushed everything you did today aside for my own selfish purposes and in a way, I did. But it’s because I always want to be with you Dokja, even when you’re being mad or unreasonable.”
Kim Dokja looked at his boyfriend fondly and slowly took off all the jewelry off his hands and neck, placed them in his pocket, and punched his boyfriend lightly.
“You know these magnets hurt my tongue anyways.” And he removed the fake piercings as well and took Yoo Joonghyuk’s hands back into his.
“Why didn’t you tell me this before? You always told me you just wanted us to be immortal around the same age, I didn’t know you thought about all this too.” He rubbed the back of Yoo Joonghyuk’s hand with his thumbs.
“I didn’t want to make you sad. I mean, I know the actual chances of something happening to you are really small but,” Yoo Joonghyuk leaned down and put his head in the crook of Kim Dokja’s neck, finally able to hug his boyfriend tonight.
“I don’t think I could go on without you anymore.” He said in a muffled voice.
“Joonghyuk-ah,” Kim Dokja said and Yoo Joonghyuk raised his head, looking more like a puppy than ever.
“You’re right you don’t have to worry about me. But I get it more now, and I’ll consider turning more often now.”
Yoo Joonghyuk looked down at Kim Dokja in surprise and the younger man continued,
“That’s not a promise, I still very much like living my life as a human. But how about as a little compromise…”
“...we move in together?”
Yoo Joonghyuk's heart sung at Kim Dokaj’s words as the other rambled on,
“It’s just my lease renewal is soon and I thought about asking you. But not gonna lie, I thought if we moved in you would crowd my time and space too much…and that you’d maybe try to bite me but…” Kim Dokja looked up at Yoo Joonghyuk through his eyelashes and kissed his cheek.
“I think I’m fine with that now.” He paused for a second, “The you crowding my time and space part, not the biting part – you still need to ask permission for that.”
Yoo Joonghyuk laughed and put his forehead against Kim Dokja’s.
“Yes, of course, I’m perfectly fine with that, just move in with me please.”
Kim Dokja smiled and leaned out of Yoo Joonghyuk's embrace and took out his keys,
“Well I guess I should tell my landlord soon, I can move out next month-”
“Tonight.”
Kim Dokja froze after taking a step into the apartment,
“Huh?”
“Pack an overnight bag, you can move in tonight. We’ll get the rest of your stuff tomorrow. I can finish moving everything you have in a day, less than that if you want.” Yoo Joonghyuk rasped, desperate for Kim Dokja to come quicker to him.
Kim Dokja sweat a little, this is exactly what he was worried about, “Joonghyuk-ah I already paid this month’s rent and I still need to send my notice to the landlord.”
He tried to slowly inch the rest of his body past the door’s threshold but Yoo Joonghyuk was too fast, he grabbed Kim Dokja’s arm and pulled him back into the hallway, kissing him deeply.
“You can do all that tomorrow. Come now, you can wear my clothes for tonight.”
Kim Dokja slapped Yoo Joonghyuk’s cheek, knowing it wouldn't phase the vampire, “Joonghyuk-ah! What did we just talk about?”
Yoo Joonghyuk fummed at that statement, looking obviously dejected, and let Kim Dokja go who quickly scurried into his apartment just out of reach of Yoo Joonghyuk.
Yoo Joonghyuk pouted.
Kim Dokja sighed, putting a hand to his head and thought for a second,
“Okay fine, I’ll be move in at the end of the week.
Yoo Joonghyuk perked up at the statement, but Kim Dokja raised a finger,
“But I’m gonna have to pick up a new hobby at your place and you’re funding all of it. And I want the whole shebang my own materials, room to do it in, tools.”
“Of course Dokja anything.” Yoo Joonghyuk immediately agreed, already planning out a new space in one of his spare rooms for Kim Dokja.
The guest room by the porch would be great, half the room had natural lighting for whatever hobby Kim Dokja would pick up and the other half was well shaded by a tree for where Yoo Joonghyuk could sit and do his work with Kim Dokja. Before he got too ahead of himself though, he had to know what Kim Dokja wanted to do first so he could buy all the proper materials for their space,
“What hobby did you want to pick up after moving?”
“Wittling and woodworking.”