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It only figured that the moment Cain had thrown himself fully into a new construction project, the whole damn Island seemed out to get him. The heat had ratcheted up so swiftly and so much in such a small amount of time that Cain was still boggling as to just what made it do such a thing and he was only happy that his work was half-done (having wanted to expand some halls, build new rooms, and new furniture).
As the heat stood, he was only carving furniture and stuffing and sewing mattresses. He might be a stubborn man (which Glitch would say was an understatement), but he wasn't stupid enough to work endlessly in this heat. He'd just take his time.
He would be patient.
Eight annuals stuck in a living prison made him a good candidate for patience, really. He steadied his arm, wiping sweat from his forehead and with his razor, began to make new cuts in the bedframe he was constructing, aiming to get some bigger ones made, just in case Joe wanted one of them for him and the Doc.
If it just wasn't for the gods-damned heat, maybe he'd get something done faster.
Bracing the frame on his knees, Cain glanced out to the land in front of the homestead, thinking that the water of that stream looked more than appealing right then. Maybe when he was done wilting, he could give himself the small reward of a dip.
As the heat stood, he was only carving furniture and stuffing and sewing mattresses. He might be a stubborn man (which Glitch would say was an understatement), but he wasn't stupid enough to work endlessly in this heat. He'd just take his time.
He would be patient.
Eight annuals stuck in a living prison made him a good candidate for patience, really. He steadied his arm, wiping sweat from his forehead and with his razor, began to make new cuts in the bedframe he was constructing, aiming to get some bigger ones made, just in case Joe wanted one of them for him and the Doc.
If it just wasn't for the gods-damned heat, maybe he'd get something done faster.
Bracing the frame on his knees, Cain glanced out to the land in front of the homestead, thinking that the water of that stream looked more than appealing right then. Maybe when he was done wilting, he could give himself the small reward of a dip.