Aamu
"Even with the bats," he confirms wryly, pausing in his whittling to look up. Blinks slowly as a sly smile starts to form on his lips. "Honestly, they were the best part of it." And it is true—sure, watching Nate wrestle with curtains had been funny too, but it doesn't even come close to the chaos of evicting panicked bats. And the absolutely best part of it? Watching Mabel grow and glow as her suggestion was expanded upon and acted out.
Neos mentions woodworking, and Wessex directs him over to Aamu, who patiently leans away to let the man select his tools and wooden victims in peace. He seems anxious enough as it is, and a little off his rocker, if that sudden head-slam from before is anything to go by. Aamu wonders if the table had offended him.
He returns to his whittling, proving to be decent at it, but far from a master. You can tell it's a bird, and the proportions are alright, but the detail could've been finer and some edges and transitions smoother. Aamu puts it on the table and starts to look for paints when he hears Neos mumble. "What?" he asks, a reflex because he either hadn't heard, or the words didn't make sense. He's not quite sure which.
Neos mentions woodworking, and Wessex directs him over to Aamu, who patiently leans away to let the man select his tools and wooden victims in peace. He seems anxious enough as it is, and a little off his rocker, if that sudden head-slam from before is anything to go by. Aamu wonders if the table had offended him.
He returns to his whittling, proving to be decent at it, but far from a master. You can tell it's a bird, and the proportions are alright, but the detail could've been finer and some edges and transitions smoother. Aamu puts it on the table and starts to look for paints when he hears Neos mumble. "What?" he asks, a reflex because he either hadn't heard, or the words didn't make sense. He's not quite sure which.
You are the night-time fear
You are the morning when it's clear
You are the morning when it's clear
