Who am I without my armor?
One could not always be at the top of their game. Aino would have called it conservation of energy, but refrained from excusing her slow progress. Better not to open up for ribbing. Deimos' reply had her chuckling to herself, a smile lingering as she finished up her task.
When it came to the final touches, the woman immediately went for the paint.
"I'll leave the finicky stuff to you, master Unpredictable," she said with a smirk aimed at Deimos. "Exactly how nice can a workshop look?" If there was a challenge in those raised eybrows, it went unspoken.
Hefting the bucket of paint, Aino set to work. "By the way, mum says we are to come over for dinner, when this is done," she said, trying and failing not to spill paint all over the floor. "All of us... she wants to hear more about that wheeled chair you were talking about." The last was addressed to the General.
Aino chooses to paint the walls.
When it came to the final touches, the woman immediately went for the paint.
"I'll leave the finicky stuff to you, master Unpredictable," she said with a smirk aimed at Deimos. "Exactly how nice can a workshop look?" If there was a challenge in those raised eybrows, it went unspoken.
Hefting the bucket of paint, Aino set to work. "By the way, mum says we are to come over for dinner, when this is done," she said, trying and failing not to spill paint all over the floor. "All of us... she wants to hear more about that wheeled chair you were talking about." The last was addressed to the General.
Aino chooses to paint the walls.
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