“What she lacks in affection she makes up for in extermination.”
Calliope observed the water dripping from the ceiling in the kitchen.
Tox stepped toward the sink and followed her gaze. “Haven’t gotten around to patching that pipe yet.”
“I see that. And after I went out of my way to provide you with materials.”
He reached under the sink and retrieved the tube. He slapped it into his palm then used it to gesture to the space. “I know it’s a bit rough.”
“That’s okay.” Calliope approached him and grabbed the opposite end of the tube, creating a bridge between them. “You’re rough. I like rough.” Tox licked his lower lip but didn’t speak. Calliope examined the space again, still gripping the tube.
Tox took a deliberate step back. “I need to make a call.”
Calliope nodded and took another contemplative look around.
“The place could use some art.”