concoctive: ꜰᴏʟᴋʟᴏʀᴇ ∗ ᴘʟs ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ (039)
alfyn greengrass! ([personal profile] concoctive) wrote 2024-06-16 10:47 pm (UTC)

wk 0; sunday

[ well! here we are, outside of the theater. not inside it, no, but outside.

there's the chopping sound of metal on wood, and following the noise brings you to... alfyn! he's taken off his green vest and folded it neatly to the side with his satchel, swinging the axe expertly and breaking down a few of the already broken benches into smaller pieces. the weapon isn't technically meant for this task, but it's all that he's got - so he does with it what he can.

some of it's been chopped into rectangular pieces, maybe a foot by two feet. as he gets a few more pieces done, he expertly swings the axe down with one hand so that it lands carefully in the dirt, bringing his other hand up to wipe the back of his wrist across his forehead.

when he notices someone's come along, he offers a crooked, if tired, smile.
]

Hey, Nina. Just uh. Just tryin' to keep busy.

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