A Few Small Repairs

[Nate]

"I saw that look on your face!" Nate laughed, his head shaking. "Just remember, your sister is in there."

He carried the toolbox to the door, stopping just short of the hallway. "Yeah, these are in the basement. I think I might hide them though, just so I know nothing goes missing. What good is a toolbox without all its tools?"

[Risk]

Risk frowned. "Ew, yeah, good point. Don't wanna see that."

He stood up from his seat, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Really? You think someone around here is going to steal tools?"

[Nate]

"Not steal, but maybe borrow and then misplace or something," He explained. "Not everyone is as handy with a hammer and nail as they think they might be. I just don't wanna see anyone get hurt because of it."

[Risk]

"Good point," he nodded, chuckling softly. "You might want to check on Kloppman during the early mornin'... he's up here at the crack of dawn but disappears by noon. That's why no one ever sees him."

[Nate]

"Before noon?" Nate asked, his eyes wide as he started towards the staircase. "Where does he go after that? Surely, the man's got to have something he does!"

[Risk]

"Like, a life? I don't know!" he laughed, shaking his head. "No one cares to ask or bother. We get to do what we want as long as we pay. That's all that matters, right?"

[Nate]

"I suppose, yeah," Nate agreed, his grip tightening on the handle of the toolbox as he started down the stairs. "I guess it works out for everyone that way. I dunno.... I just always thought these caretakers did a little bit more than wake everyone up and collect the money."

[Risk]

"Maybe Kloppman's just more... sneaky," he shrugged, not thinking so much of it. "Why're you so curious, anyway?"

[Nate]

"Just wondering, that's all." Nate shrugged and continued down the stairs. "I never really thought about what a caretaker did. Now that I can never seem to find this one, I can't help but wonder when and where one might be able to find him. That's all."

[Risk]

"He'll show up," reassured Risk. "He always does... especially when something pops up. You'll get paid, don't worry."

[Nate]

"Oh, I'm not worried." He continued down the steps toward the lobby, finally resting the toolbox on the floor. "I just wanna keep him updated with what's going on. I don't know if he's got a mental list of his to-do's going on or what, but I figure I can cross at least a few things off while I'm here."

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[Risk]

"You might as well do it yourself or else you'll be waiting forever," chuckled Risk, suddenly wondering where Macbeth was.

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[Nate]

"Sad thing is, you're probably right," Nate agreed with a small chuckle. "I'll just keep going on like this. It's not harming anybody."

He paused and glanced down at the toolbox again. "I should probably bring that back downstairs...."

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[Macbeth]

Macbeth burst into the lobby, set a half-asleep Jo on the couch, noticed that there were already people here, nodded to Risk, and scowled at the stranger who was with him. "Great. Another newcomer. Bringing in all sorts of bloody drama. Just what we need." She plopped down on the couch beside her dozing niece and crossed her arms, just scowling at the guy as if she hoped that would scare him away.