Lately he had been busy building on his property. For one, her horse needed a proper place to be kept. So it was within several many days that he had begun erecting a barn with three stalls, presumably to switch the horse from one stall to another so that it could be cleaned. He hadn't made a great mention of it to her, being that its structure was visible and with a clear purpose. Boards rose where there was once rope, creating lines that were more concrete confinement.
He worked with a greater fervor than with his previous projects. It was as though something about his home bothered him a great deal and that this project couldn't wait. He worked shirtless, the criss-cross of scars and tattoo on his back catching light. It was different-- he had become less ashamed of himself lately.
Kusinage was often taking on projects, it was no so alarming that accommodating her horse had become one of his. Often Mr. Chewy, his over-sized rabbit, was one his lead attached to a stake in the ground. Perhaps his attachment to the rabbit was a bit comical, but he seemed to enjoy taking care of something in between his work breaks. When the sun sank low enough that the light wasn't adequate, he came in sweaty, sunburnt and worn out.
But also, smiling.
He worked with a greater fervor than with his previous projects. It was as though something about his home bothered him a great deal and that this project couldn't wait. He worked shirtless, the criss-cross of scars and tattoo on his back catching light. It was different-- he had become less ashamed of himself lately.
Kusinage was often taking on projects, it was no so alarming that accommodating her horse had become one of his. Often Mr. Chewy, his over-sized rabbit, was one his lead attached to a stake in the ground. Perhaps his attachment to the rabbit was a bit comical, but he seemed to enjoy taking care of something in between his work breaks. When the sun sank low enough that the light wasn't adequate, he came in sweaty, sunburnt and worn out.
But also, smiling.