Burning Down The Highway Skyline

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Hotaru has actually gotten used to being around the rest of her team for extended periods of time. Even if she still doesn’t talk to many of them, they seem less like strangers now. Whether it’s because of all the semi-forced cohabitation in the common room or what happened during the storm, it’s… almost comfortable now. At least she feels comfortable enough to work on one of her larger art projects in their view. The Pyro has taken over one end of one of the dining tables, scissors, fabric, thread, and other supplies spread before her as she works on making the body of a small plush doll.

*Half-finished cup of coffee in hand and looking less energetic than normal, Miriam trudges into the kitchen from the second level, intent on refilling her cup when she notices Hotaru in the common room not hiding in the corner with her sketchbook. Curious. She empties the remaining coffee into her cup and makes her way to join the other pyro at the table.*

Mine if gon’ sit wit’ you?

Hotaru glances up as Miriam approaches, the faintest grin on his face for only a second. “No. Go ahead.” She pushes a few scraps of fabric aside to make room for the other Pyro and pauses before resuming her work on the headless doll in her hands.

“…I’m making a doll.” That explanation is probably unnecessary. But conversations are hard.