Viggo And Ryker |top| | 90% GENUINE |

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

“But it’s lasers , Viggo. Lasers!” viggo and ryker

Viggo had spent the morning polishing his collection of vintage compasses. “Precision instruments,” he called them. Ryker called them “dust magnets.” But they shared a peaceful rhythm—Viggo at the kitchen table, Ryker on the couch with his dog, Biscuit, snoring at his feet. He just grinned, handed Viggo a cup of tea, and said, “So

“It’s rustic,” Ryker offered.