Ryker - Viggo And

“I have patience,” Ryker said, grinning. “I waited a whole thirty seconds for the toast this morning.”

Viggo had always been the careful one. He measured twice, cut once, double-checked locks, and kept a spare key to his spare key. Ryker, on the other hand, believed that caution was a polite suggestion and that “we’ll figure it out” was a perfectly acceptable plan.

“Ryker, we have a perfectly functional bookshelf in the hallway.” viggo and ryker

Ryker tossed the laser level into the cart anyway. Then a stud finder. Then a rubber mallet “just in case.” Viggo quietly returned each item when Ryker wasn’t looking, but Ryker kept noticing and putting them back. By the time they reached the register, the cart contained both a laser level and a set of glow-in-the-dark screwdrivers.

Viggo set down his compass. “Building furniture requires precision. Measurements. Patience.” “I have patience,” Ryker said, grinning

“We built a trapezoid,” Viggo said, wiping his eyes. “We were supposed to build a rectangle. We built a trapezoid.”

“We need plywood, screws, and a steady hand.” Ryker, on the other hand, believed that caution

He just grinned, handed Viggo a cup of tea, and said, “So. Next project. I’m thinking a birdhouse.”