"I haven't been able to figure it out," Ellis admits, tossing one unnaturally bent limb across the garden towards the discard pile. "Every time I think I've found the last of them, another crops up."
Just par for the course with Wysteria's house. Ellis straightens up, stretches until his back cracks. His sleeves are rolled up. The laces at his tunic are undone. He's been at this for some time today.
"You look nice," Ellis observes, then offers what he clearly thinks is a reassurance, "I'll do most of the heavy lifting. I just need someone to hold things in place."
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Date: 2020-08-21 01:30 am (UTC)Just par for the course with Wysteria's house. Ellis straightens up, stretches until his back cracks. His sleeves are rolled up. The laces at his tunic are undone. He's been at this for some time today.
"You look nice," Ellis observes, then offers what he clearly thinks is a reassurance, "I'll do most of the heavy lifting. I just need someone to hold things in place."
And here's Richard, just the person for the job.