[PQ] souls of exquisite taste

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Returning from his previous task, the beast only arched a singular brow at Sunjata’s sudden shirtlessness, a weighted comment lodged in his mind that circumvented straight to Hotaru – the look given to her on a slight, mischievous entanglement, but saying nothing more. The smirk was likely all the indication she’d need. At least he had more ammunition now. The monolith nodded in Jigano’s direction and acknowledgment of movement and motion, ascertaining something with another assortment of animals, before applying his attention to the remaining missions and assignments. He’d never set up a cutting counter, but then again, prior to Caido, he’d never made ring boxes for weddings either. Rolling up his sleeves once more, he followed the tracings towards the arranged cabinets, the precut wood resting nearby. His eyes roamed over any of the remaining pieces, maneuvering the slab slightly so they could attach the burlap, and then haul it into place. His eyes moved deftly, intending to make quick work of the attachments, before he moved to one side, allowing Sunjata to take the other, then they'd be able to lift all of it at once. Before long, they should’ve easily slid it into place, and then he could seal it with any other fabrications from his palms. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace