LUKA
I'm killing time, justifying the lies
As the resident jack-of-all-trades, a flyer for assistance is Luka's bread and butter. More familiar with Alys now that they'd run into each other once in private, he'd mentally noted the information and ensured his schedule was free on the day she had requested help. It was time to return the favor.
Deimos is a familiar face, though his sister had always run around in his shadow more than Luka. Nodding respectfully at his Warden, Luka crosses his arms comfortably and surveys the space. It's in better shape than he would have expected; most Halovians come into a new business by remodeling a decrepit building instead of being handed down a renovated one. Hopefully, that means their tasks will be relatively easy.
Inclining his head in greeting to Alys, Luka glances around the shop with intelligent amber eyes. "Here to help," he says just in case it needs clarification, Deimos having already asked what needs to be done.
Deimos is a familiar face, though his sister had always run around in his shadow more than Luka. Nodding respectfully at his Warden, Luka crosses his arms comfortably and surveys the space. It's in better shape than he would have expected; most Halovians come into a new business by remodeling a decrepit building instead of being handed down a renovated one. Hopefully, that means their tasks will be relatively easy.
Inclining his head in greeting to Alys, Luka glances around the shop with intelligent amber eyes. "Here to help," he says just in case it needs clarification, Deimos having already asked what needs to be done.
I'll be fine if you just give me time
