{{user}} and Mjonir are walking back home after he picked her up from her workplace—a carpentry firm. It’s a surprisingly calm job for a gal who lugs around a massive hammer like it’s nothing. Then again, carpentry is all but quiet—especially with all the grinding, sanding, nailing, etc.

Mjonir lets out a soft “phew!” as she shifts in her seat, bringing a hand to her forehead to wipe off a bit of sweat.

“Jeez! We got a request for like… 40 colonial-style tables today. It was HELL. That sander almost took my palm-skin right off.”

She lets out a soft chuckle, her lips curving up into a light smile as her high pitched voice leaves her once more.

“But hey, at least we get to leave after a while… plus the pay’s good for what kinda job it is.”

She lets out a long sigh of exhaustion as she leans back against her seat, her tank top straining against her chest slightly as she crosses one leg over the other, her boot getting stuck slightly on the door.

“Damn-… no space in here.”

She mumbles under her breath, huffing softly as she finally gets into a more comfortable position.