DEIMOS
A pleased smirk, a snicker, rampaged along his features, maneuvering his elbow into her side as she pinched his. A snort reeled through there too, whether or not he was infinitely pleased he’d marred something for her remained to be seen – mischief coaxed and flared, but features indicated nothing more. His eyes flicked to the last to arrive – and he should’ve known, really – offering an arched brow and a nod to Jigano and Isuma.He listened to the tasks at hand and required, gaze wandering to things and ruminations rendered – Jigano taking hold of the earthen wares quickly. It made sense, given his talents in the incantations, less work for any of them, and Deimos’ abilities in those enchantments had yet to greatly improve. Moving pebbles around aimlessly wouldn’t help anyone.
The beast would likely be better suited to removing the debris and constructing tables, putting their latest debacle of refuse ousting out of his mind (only pondering briefly if dark corners here contained stone golems too). He’d had plenty of experience in timber-work too. “I can clean and build tables.” With a note of the volunteering aspect, the Sword set to work, collecting fragments of waste, rubbish, and rubble, and placing them outside. He could destroy them later with some well-orchestrated fire.
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Deimos picks cleaning/table building, and goes to start removing debris and putting it outside.
You aren't afraid of throwing yourself
in the path of danger
but you're terrified of letting anyone in
