NOAH
At Deimos' agreement Noah's inward happiness only increased, which hardly seemed feasible. Deimos was his closest friend, after all, with all of those he grew up with shoulder to shoulder and arm in arm having passed at this point. "Margot Rose and Marcus Korbin." Noah beamed, though his eyes shifted down to the work before them.
The warden used his magic to manifest the parts they would need. Noah took up a hammer and several nails, taking the heads of them and placing them between his teeth to ready for easy transfer. Shuffling carefully on the roof, Noah slid a shingle into place. He used one hand to hold it and the other to hammer it in place, carefully keeping it from shifting as he took his hand off to place nails. Once his teeth were empty again, Noah spoke as he gathered more supplies and scuttled to a different section of roof. "They're perfect, Deimos, I swear it." His words were muffled as he tried to hold some nails and talk at the same time.
Sun is up, hold on to what is yours
Take up your spade and break ground
Take up your spade and break ground
