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WHITEFACE DIDN’T REALLY FEEL ANYTHING was lacking moving into the Yasuragi District. Having spent too much time within the oppressive darkness of his room, everything was a godsend, even if they had no reliable electricity available. Something about ‘team building’ involved keeping the house operating, even if it meant trying to ensure that the fire to cook their foot was running without the use of a stove. Without having felt what it was like to live in an urban setting, Whiteface was rather comfortable living as he was.
Now, however, was his turn to chop wood. Holding the axe, he squinted slightly at how heavy it was. The piece of log sat before the stump, causing Whiteface to look around curiously. Obaa-chan told him that he needed to cut down the wood in order to allow it to fit in their fire place. So, with a heave, he raised his axe a bit too quickly, causing the blade to fly from behind him, landing just inches from where Otegine stood. And when he lowered the supposed axe, he was surprised when it only made a ‘thunk’ noise and was missing the axe head. “...Hm? Where did it go...?” He asked himself, looking around, unaware that it was just planted against the wall, inches away from burying itself on Otegine.
