Hotaru
the horrors you've seen do not define who you are
Her efforts this time are much smoother, everything placed just so, a careful eye keeping keen track of groupings and uses alike. It’s a calming rhythm, though she can’t resist aiming a Cheshire grin at Deimos when he struggles with the bench. Anything to lighten his mood, all too familiar with the frustration of things going awry. This task is far swifter in nature. The next are summarily presented, and Hotaru uses her wrist to brush a lock of golden hair off her forehead. Deimos disappears into the outdoors, and the beautiful Ascended remains inside. There’s no way to eye herself, but considering her own unfortunate familiarity with her diminutive height, Hotaru picks siding over insulation. At least boards remain upright well beyond her reach. Shooting Elide a warm smile as she comes to the woman’s side, Hotaru reaches for the first bit of wood in the pile and sizes up the wall.
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Hotaru helps Elide with inside framing!
