@bodhis-pool-repair liked for a starter.
It was a generally quiet day today, and yet Duke struggled to concentrate. His thoughts blurred and ideas jumped away from him. It was driving him rather mad. So, rather than sit there and let his frustration grow, he decided to go for a little walk around the safehouse. Part of him was tempted to roam around Aldstone’s little library but at the bottom of the stairs he caught a glimpse of Bodhi's bright little room, and curiosity overcame him. Duke rarely ever ventured the lower floor on their safehouse. He had little use for the workshop nor the sporting equipment, and as for Jacket’s area... Beyond whatever he thought of the man, he’d lived through the 80′s once and it was quite enough of it for him. Bodhi on the other hand had a particular philosophy that fascinated him and he seemed to illustrate it on his surfboards. The careful work put into each one was astounding. He was almost tempted to touch one when he noticed that someone had joined him. “Oh, my apologies. I did not mean to intrude. I was merely admiring your handiwork,” he said. “Tell me - I know nothing of surfing and the like - how long does it take for you to make one of these?”
