eighteenth snare, first song

[fanstheflame]

[April finds Gale walking back into Casa de Guts from a store in town, with a paper bag of nails in his hand. the sun is out, the snow is gone, his renovations are coming along, and all-in-all he's in an extremely good mood. as he takes off his vest to hang it by the door, he opens his mouth to call out a general greeting to anyone within earshot. what comes out instead? a song.]

♫ The world today can be a scary place -
Hard to keep your faith in the human race.
We're runnin' outta trees,
And we're runnin' outta space,
But we'll never run out of good people. ♪

[he moves for the fridge to grab a glass of water, then heads for the stairs, glancing at the rooms he passes, the little decorations, the ... empty booze bottles ... all the small touches they've put to the building - to their home]

♪ Ask 'em for a shovel and they'll dig you a hole,
Put the coffee on, and drag you in from the cold.
If you get lost, they'll show you where to go,
Even give you a ride - good people. ♪

♩ Good people aren't hard to find:
They're right around the corner, at the end of the line, it's true!
Good people got peace of mind,
And I'd like to spend some time with you!
Ooh ooh ooh... ♩

[once he reaches the attic, he puts the glass of water down and sets the paper bag near the foot of a half-finished wall. a few nails spill out, and he scoops them up, tucking them away in his pocket]

♪ A man ain't nothing if he ain't got a friend,
Down and out without a penny to spend.
The bells above will ring in the end: for good people! ♪

♩ Good people aren't hard to find:
They're right around the corner,
At the end of the line, it's true!
Good people got peace of mind,
And I'd like to spend some time with you!
Ooh ooh ooh.... ♩

[as he sets to his work, filling up the walls he's started with insulation, then tacking another layer of plywood to the frame to close it in. the song helps him keep his pace, and soon enough he's working at a fair clip]

♪ Rich and poor are born to be free,
Fly around the world or sail the seven seas.
There ain't no place that I'd rather be,
Then here right now, with good people. ♪

♩ Good people aren't hard to find:
They're right around the corner,
At the end of the line, it's true!
Good people got peace of mind,
And I'd like to spend my time with you! ♩

♩ Good people aren't hard to find:
They're right around the corner,
At the end of the line, it's true!
Ooh ooh ooh... ♩

[after finishing a few panels, he pauses to glance out one of the attic windows, looking out over the town to the castle beyond, taking a contented sip from the glass of water he'd brought up with him]

♪ The world today can be a scary place;
Hard to keep your faith in the human race.
We're runnin' outta trees,
And we're runnin' outta space,
But we'll never run out of good people. ♫

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[fanstheflame]

Well, it's kind of useless to freak out about it now that it's done, don't you think? [it's hard for him to shrug with her in his arms, so he carries her over to the windows, instead]

Besides, spring's finally here. I can start doing more stuff outside, again.