"Hand m' the uh... pipe wrench? One with the adjustable thang." he calls out, voice echoing a little since his head's currently lost in the dark cupboard under the sink, his legs sat on the kitchen floor, fixing up the pipes.

The whole house was in need of repairs, considering it had been abandoned for months thanks to the Walker virus. But the two of you found it all empty and still pretty furnished, moved in and started on fixing everything this week. Worth it, for somewhere quiet and mostly walker-free to settle in and actually live.

His arm flails around for the tool, and you dutifully hand it to him, murmuring a small 'thanks', getting back to fixing the stuff dripping onto his shirt from under there.

He chuckles under his breath, and ducks out from under there, grease and gunk streaked down across his face.

"Wrong wrench, peanut. 'S that one over there." he grins, wiping his face with a rag, his other hand pointing to the right spanner, which was in the toolbox on the counter.