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Sheena Fujibayashi ([personal profile] corrinesbell) wrote2010-07-13 12:11 am

103. Heron [voice/action]

[Sheena spent the past week making so many of these that not only is the front of the house (and her room) decorated with them, but she has piles of them to give away to anyone who's interested. She's planning to take some to a few people later.

Right now she's into her next project, though.]


Anybody know what kinda vegetables and stuff are good to plant in the summer? I guess I started kinda late...

[Yep - she finally started a garden, behind her house. Passers-by can and should gawk at a ninja in normal-looking work clothes, digging in the dirt.]

Oh, and, uh, I kinda made a lot of...decorations. Does anybody want one? 

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[personal profile] ombra_lira 2010-07-14 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Well okay. Why not? Sheik holds out a hand. He'll help.]

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[personal profile] ombra_lira 2010-07-14 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
[He nodded, then examined the rows she'd already started. Simple enough. He slowly starts to dig his own careful row. Oddly, he finds it relaxing. Interesting. Perhaps this is why people take up such activities.]

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[personal profile] ombra_lira 2010-07-14 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
[His hand pauses and his contented expression disappears. As if to answer her, he produces a soft breathy sound. He can't speak, even if he wanted to.]

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[personal profile] ombra_lira 2010-07-14 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
[He glances away. Of course it was them. After a moment, he resumes digging. No use dwelling on it. What's done is done.]

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[personal profile] ombra_lira 2010-07-14 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
[He shakes his head and raises a hand to rest on her shoulder briefly, the barest hint of a smile hovering on his lips. Don't worry about it.]

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[personal profile] ombra_lira 2010-07-16 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[Maybe. Sheik finishes a row and starts on a new one. His hand is starting to hurt a little, him not being used to this sort of work at all. He pauses and examines his now-red palm. hmm.]