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Re: Where now, Prince? (Grave)
Grave decided to let the issue go, though it did fester a little. Their work continued, until Cynder would have some trouble taking out a board. "Let me help with that." Roy suddenly offered, and tore the board out with ease before smiling at Grave, looking accomplished. From her perspective, she might just be cooperating, but from his, Cynder would see that she did a little more than she had to. As if she was looking for an excuse to come over and help him.
Then, he needed his hammer to apply a fresh board. "Here," Roy announced, handing him his hammer. He'd last recall her being ten feet away from him, helping tear off more wood, and the hammer was within his arm's reach. She had to have moved quickly over out of his eyesight, and picked up the hammer just to save him a minor inconvenience. Again, Roy looked very pleased with herself. She glanced at him, as if expecting praise for a moment, though quickly going back to work.
While putting up her own boards, Roy continued to go out of her way to remove any minor annoyance that came Grave's way. When a board needed to be aligned and Cynder took a moment to line it up right, Roy was there, helping him keep it straight while she pounded in the nails. Almost all of the hard work was being performed by Roy whenever she spotted him doing some himself. Roy meanwhile was acting like it was all natural. Doing the hard work, and clearly trying to impress him with her diligence. Though, it would seem Roy wasn't doing it all with intent, as after the repeated offense, or when Grave rose a point about it, Roy would catch herself in surprise. "O-oh...! I'm so sorry, Grave." she apologized. "I wasn't thinking..." she said, looking regretful, as if thinking she offended him.
Grave decided to let the issue go, though it did fester a little. Their work continued, until Cynder would have some trouble taking out a board. "Let me help with that." Roy suddenly offered, and tore the board out with ease before smiling at Grave, looking accomplished. From her perspective, she might just be cooperating, but from his, Cynder would see that she did a little more than she had to. As if she was looking for an excuse to come over and help him.
Then, he needed his hammer to apply a fresh board. "Here," Roy announced, handing him his hammer. He'd last recall her being ten feet away from him, helping tear off more wood, and the hammer was within his arm's reach. She had to have moved quickly over out of his eyesight, and picked up the hammer just to save him a minor inconvenience. Again, Roy looked very pleased with herself. She glanced at him, as if expecting praise for a moment, though quickly going back to work.
While putting up her own boards, Roy continued to go out of her way to remove any minor annoyance that came Grave's way. When a board needed to be aligned and Cynder took a moment to line it up right, Roy was there, helping him keep it straight while she pounded in the nails. Almost all of the hard work was being performed by Roy whenever she spotted him doing some himself. Roy meanwhile was acting like it was all natural. Doing the hard work, and clearly trying to impress him with her diligence. Though, it would seem Roy wasn't doing it all with intent, as after the repeated offense, or when Grave rose a point about it, Roy would catch herself in surprise. "O-oh...! I'm so sorry, Grave." she apologized. "I wasn't thinking..." she said, looking regretful, as if thinking she offended him.