Part of what she'd inherited, all those years ago when Konoha-Uchi had come into her care, was work. There was always something, from the small but usual things, like leaves on the decks, the gutters to the bigger jobs, fixing, repairing. Especially now that animals were entering the equation.
But that was good. That was life. Things that you did that reminded you that you were there, and you were going to stay there. She'd just got done tightening a space of wire on a fence when she heard Eponine, not responding immediately because she was holding a couple of metal staples in her mouth to leave her hands free.
She took them out, tossed them into a toolbox and headed back to the house. "Round here," she called, coming in the door opposite to the entrance nearest the road, finding Eponine... at a whole different affect to how she'd sounded a moment ago. "Epps?"
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Date: 2022-10-16 12:44 am (UTC)But that was good. That was life. Things that you did that reminded you that you were there, and you were going to stay there. She'd just got done tightening a space of wire on a fence when she heard Eponine, not responding immediately because she was holding a couple of metal staples in her mouth to leave her hands free.
She took them out, tossed them into a toolbox and headed back to the house. "Round here," she called, coming in the door opposite to the entrance nearest the road, finding Eponine... at a whole different affect to how she'd sounded a moment ago. "Epps?"