[ On her direction, he taps the ground— and there's a heavy thunk of metal against wood. He bends over, wiping away the fine layer of debris to... the smooth, black top of a coffin.
It's not a very deep grave.
He doesn't speak for a good, long while, digging until sweat rolls from his brow and piles of dirt settle up around them. Eventually he grips at the top cover, fingers shaking as they curl around the edge and he starts to pull, remnants of earth still sitting along the top. His breathing is shallow, and the weight is heavy— he tugs with a grunt, barely shifting it.
And so Minatsuki gets a glance as he swallows, willing himself not to be nervous. It'd be okay. It'd be empty, and she could make fun of how gross he looked and the dirt under his nails and they could leave. ]
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It's not a very deep grave.
He doesn't speak for a good, long while, digging until sweat rolls from his brow and piles of dirt settle up around them. Eventually he grips at the top cover, fingers shaking as they curl around the edge and he starts to pull, remnants of earth still sitting along the top. His breathing is shallow, and the weight is heavy— he tugs with a grunt, barely shifting it.
And so Minatsuki gets a glance as he swallows, willing himself not to be nervous. It'd be okay. It'd be empty, and she could make fun of how gross he looked and the dirt under his nails and they could leave. ]
Grab the other end?