Deepwood Weald the dirty [m]

And just like that, he had a new target for today. All he had to do was assist in moving this log out of the stranger's way. The boy was so careless with it too, so accepting without any questions, any uncertainty - how desperate was he for these fungi? 

Oh and that smile! So sweet... with a gleeful sway in his steps, he comes forward and presses his shoulder against the log and pushes as the other male does, in tandem, the log begins to roll and Abaddon continues to push forward, stepping whenever necessary to keep the pressure on as much as needed.

Once the mushrooms were exposed, Abaddon took a moment to take a step back once the log was secured, and sniff at the other's prize... were they toxic? What do you want with these anyway? From his sniffing position, nose close to the ground, he looks up at the dirty blond from beneath his brows.