05-03-2019, 06:17 PM
Stuffie winces as they tug on their earnubs a little too hard, forcing themself to release the abused nubs and instead clasping their mits. "Um, we can go to the forest, c-cut down some trees, and make a, uh, wheelbarrow with which to lug wood to the field. I-if we stick to the outskirts, the terrain sh-shouldn't be an issue. We should a-all work together for that part. Once w-we have enough wood, some of us can s-stay behind to build. Um, we should decide if our living quarters will be separate each, o-or all in one building." As they continue to speak, they begin wringing their mits nervously as their gaze flicks from one TCP to the next, never settling on one for long.