[ He meant it to be a special night! But not like this! What's a little grave digging to bury a not so dead tree? Allen has a greener thumb than him! He'd likely ended up committing murder if it was left to him. Uh... considering who did the ripping up out of the ground, he would be the culprit! Please don't let him become a plant murderer!
He follows Allen's lead in choosing the ground, and gets to work, feeling responsible for the whole debacle. He tells Allen he doesn't have to help more than once, determined to make this right on his own. Still, if Allen insists, he can do nothing about it but work harder and faster, leaving his perfectly comfortable sleeping yukata a complete and utter mess. By the time the tree is buried and watered, every inch of him is covered in dirt and sweat. His yukata is tied at his waist like a long kilt, the sleeves long abandoned to let him work faster. ]
Sorry for ruining the celebration.
[ He apologizes, seated with his uncovered arms splayed over his knees under the newly planted tree, looking no better than a man dragged through the mud a time or two. He wears no shoes, having worn none to sit by the engawa on what was supposed to be a perfectly peaceful night, and his back is bare, streaked with mud and sweat. The lemon cakes, at least, were helpful, with Shouto having eaten more than his allotted two. ]
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He follows Allen's lead in choosing the ground, and gets to work, feeling responsible for the whole debacle. He tells Allen he doesn't have to help more than once, determined to make this right on his own. Still, if Allen insists, he can do nothing about it but work harder and faster, leaving his perfectly comfortable sleeping yukata a complete and utter mess. By the time the tree is buried and watered, every inch of him is covered in dirt and sweat. His yukata is tied at his waist like a long kilt, the sleeves long abandoned to let him work faster. ]
Sorry for ruining the celebration.
[ He apologizes, seated with his uncovered arms splayed over his knees under the newly planted tree, looking no better than a man dragged through the mud a time or two. He wears no shoes, having worn none to sit by the engawa on what was supposed to be a perfectly peaceful night, and his back is bare, streaked with mud and sweat. The lemon cakes, at least, were helpful, with Shouto having eaten more than his allotted two. ]