[ chuck has never been in the habit of looking up with he's interrupted, but that isn't to say he's unaware. he hears the movement- tacks on details to the sound of footsteps like approximate height, weight, build. the pace. the scuff. he knows it's mori, and just pushes the brush back into their makeshift paint tin before turning back to the wall.
once it was about fixing the place. now he's just looking for something to do. ]
( x i : d 3 )
once it was about fixing the place. now he's just looking for something to do. ]
Yeah?