Reborn steps out of the way when Skull trots by with a large bucket of scraps, dumping it into a pile in the backyard for now until they can throw it all.
Colonnello continues taking the kitchen apart and assessing the damage for what they can keep and what needs to be replaced. He's doing a good job, considering he only has a drill and a hammer to work with because Reborn is definitely not the handyman type.
Reborn moves up to the 'tolerable' pile and sets down his bucket of soapy water on the plastic sheet laid out to keep the floor clean. It's actually for Reborn's murders and is a little bit worn down but no one can tell because it's a thick black material.
Reborn picks up the sponge with a grimace and goes back to washing down the dismantled cabinet pieces and trying to remove as much of the burnt bits. Reborn has changed the water four times now but it's still so gross.
Colonnello huffs out a breath, dropping his tools and gripping a granite edge now that the damaged stove counter is loose enough to just lift and throw in the trash.
If it was just burnt they could sand it down and redo the surface, but Skull's flames went a little wild and there are sharp spikes on the top and bottom, plus oddly warped places that twist out.
"Reborn, come help," Colonnello calls out, bracing and sliding the counter out a bit more to feel how heavy it's going to be.
Reborn glances over and scoffs. "No, sweetie, I don't do that kind of work."
Colonnello sighs because he is quickly coming to the realisation that Reborn considers all menial labour beneath him. It took a lot of convincing and Skull's pout to even make Reborn wipe down the cupboard pieces and the hitman has been whining the whole time.
"Oh, my little prince," Colonnello croons mockingly. "You stand there and look pretty then."
"I said I could just buy another house," Reborn points out. "You're the one who's insisting that we work like tradesmen."
"You like this house, so you're keeping the damn house," the blond fires back.
The granite counter top screeches when Colonnello starts to lift it up and they both wince at the noise.
"Wait, wait!" Skull yells, quickly darting back into the house with a now empty bucket. He looks down at it in his hand, then tosses his bucket out of the open doorway to the backyard and vaults over the kitchen island to help lift.
The two work to pull it up and off, then carefully walk it out towards the back. Reborn watches them in amusement as they awkwardly try to co-ordinate getting out of the door.
"This would be great if we had a third person to help," Colonnello points out as he tilts the counter top sideways. The spikes and warped edges means it keeps almost scraping the doorway if they aren't careful.
Reborn rolls his eyes at Colonnello and drops the sponge into the bucket. Soapy water splashes out and onto his pants. Reborn gasps in horror. "Oh my God!?"
"You kill people!" Colonnello cries, incredulous.
Skull snickers. "It's fine, leave Reborn alone, everyone's got something they can't deal with. You're afraid of moths, right?"
Colonnello almost drops the counter as he finally pulls it through the doorway. "What? No! Not afraid, just. They're so erratic, it's weird."
Skull raises his eyebrows. "Dude, I had to go outside and climb to the second-floor bathroom to kill one because you couldn't take a shit when it was staring at you through the window."
Colonnello splutters and just drops the counter on the grass, making the stuntman stumble with his side of the granite. "Skull, you set yourself on fire!"
"Are we still on about that?"
"It happened yesterday!"
Reborn refused to lie on the living room carpet for their sleepover but Skull and Colonnello didn't want to be separated. It turns out Reborn's bed is just barely big enough for three grown men.
Skull ended up losing the rock paper scissors so he's in the middle, passed out on the bed after the long day, piercings taken out and makeup gone.
A shirtless Colonnello is half on top of the stuntman so he doesn't fall off the edge of the bed, his snoring a low sort of purring noise that vibrates through his chest and into Skull's. Colonnello also has his leg slung over Skull's hip and an arm reaching across to grab a fistful of the back of Reborn's sleeping shirt.
The hitman has installed himself on the other side, back pressed against the Cloud's warm body. Reborn is lower down on the bed so his head comfortably lies on Skull's shoulder and he hugs the rest of the stuntman's arm to his chest. He faces the door, handgun attached to the headboard above him, low enough that the mattress usually hides it from view.
Verde tsks, leaning back in his chair and watching them from several angles through the computer monitors stacked in front of him.
Verde can already predict that Skull is going wake up with zero feeling in his arms. There are a lot of complications that come with lack of circulation, it can be quite dangerous. He makes a note to warn them when he visits.
