who we are and all that we're trying to be
He didn’t pout, but came close to some juvenile measure once more when the table didn’t assemble at his wishes. Perhaps it’d been too fast a pace, expecting it to fall under his whims and wishes with little regard; so he opted for a foundational measure. Slowing down, perfecting it in his scrutiny, wiles, and calculations, rather than mustering it within might and menace. Eventually, it all came together in the end, and he could shake his head, sigh, and flicker it underneath Hotaru’s arrangement with only a light grumble.
As for the other tasks, he began to wonder if fortune wasn’t favoring him, or he’d simply not been adhering to his strengths. Will, fortitude, and patience in the lingering footfalls of tenacity were a given, and so he considered, weighed his options, at the remaining necessities. “I will attempt the siding,” nodding his cranium, and adjourning to the exterior of the expanded room. Instead of manifesting into his incantations, he went back to the less-complex dimensions, snagging at tools, and corresponding into the motions with physical labor.
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Deimos tries to add siding outside!
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
