“Alright, Damien’s studying and Brenna has classes for the remainder of the day. That means I can get some work done.” He announced to himself as he dropped arm loads of bags from Tomb Depot. There was a lot left to do. He had intended to put in floating flooring over the concrete floor of the house now. He was going to avoid the cliché creeky flooring. He wanted something that he had noticed a human was reading at a book store. It looked good, something he could envision in his home. How he was going to do it was a different story. He has started this house renovation project bare-boned. Bootube was his best source of information. While the library had abundant information, the ability to see the process be done was more helpful to him. He was more of a practical learner. Also helped that those at Scare Depot were also helpful in giving instructions. Morris was his go-to Tomb Depot employee because he did not seem afraid of the alumni’s – as Brenna put it – “Grumpy, I May Dissipate You” Face. He blamed his thick, expressive brows and the perpetual expression as if everything offended him. While the bathroom is functional, there was still small things he wanted to finish; tiling, stone inset for the shower wall, remove the curtain and put up a glass plane, and additional light fixtures above the sink and in the shower. The kitchen was nearly completed after struggling with the marble countertop, the cabinets having to be put up and taken down at least three times because he couldn’t get them to line up or they were off by a noticeable degree. Still, the cabinets remained their natural color as the paint swatches were still taped to their faces. He couldn’t decide what colors to go with. He hadn’t decided if each room in the open design home would have its own ‘color’. The large, single basin sink was probably the first thing he had completed, followed by the inset stove on the island. The livingroom was complete as it would be; a fiber sectional that laid perfectly against the walls, a coffee table, and an area rug. What else was there to need? Bedroom was done; bureaus, cabinet, trunk-ottoman at the foot of the bed, twin nightstands, lamps affixed to the wall above them, a book shelf on his side of the bed (claiming it now), and a good walk in closet. He still wanted a cove seat by the window where he could read comfortably or play his guitar. Shelving on the walls for whatever reason they would find uses for.

Thank Bootube for tutorials and do-it-yourself videos.

Reaching into one of the bags, he withdrew a roll of tape, a tape measurer, a brand new pack of unbroken pencils (as he broke the others out of frustration or drilled them down to nubs due to constant markings). With a board of molding, he dragged the foot stool to the cabinets. Since the cabinets did not have a color picked out, he could at least close off the gap between the top of them to the ceiling with aesthetically pleasing molding. Also it would keep dust and other stuff from collecting up there.

“3.5 inch gap, and…” Uru marked one corner, tape measured to the corner cabinet that faced out at a 45 degree angle, marked once more. “12 and three-quarter feet.” Stepping down, he looked at the gap then to the molding that laid on the counter. It definitely was shorter. Measuring it, he determined that two was more than enough. The demon growled because that meant he’d have to cut one of the boards to meet the measurement. And because of his personal preference, they’d have to be of equal size. He began to math directly on the molding itself. “6.375 feet.” He muttered as he marked off the piece. The bootube said to use a saw, but he was a demon who used hellfire. Pressing his palm against the marked line at 6.375 feet of molding, he gave it a soft pressure and pushed out with his FEAR as the bored fell to the floor with a strong hint of burning wood. The edge of the molding was darkened as if it had been seared, but it was quicker and he was confident in it. The demon had haphazardly taped up the molding to the cabinet and the ceiling in a mess of blue strips. It’ll stay put until he gets the other one up. Repeating the process on another piece of molding, he blue taped up the piece next to the first, then taped a bunch where the two connected. “Alright, time for the corner aaaaaaand it’s two and a half….” Uru glanced over his shoulder two the two blackened pieces on the floor that would have been perfect for this section. “Jack…” This time, he was much more careful with the ten foot molding, opting to cut it with the side of his hand as oppose to the palm. The sear was good and it was of good length and it left the rest of the molding valid for the last stretch of cabinets. Another webbing of blue tape. The last stretch of cabinet was perfectly at 7.5 feet, and he could use a small board to close off the end.

Something did not appear right about the new addition. Too much blue tape. Pulling out his eyePhone, Uru looked at the latest video in his history – “DIY: Molding” – and scrubbed to the generally area he recalled the creep install his project. Nails. “Jack.” He muttered to himself. He had only purchased bark adhesive but not any sort of nails. While he would just use what he had, he didn’t want to screw this up three times until he got it right. With a heavy sight, the demon grabbed his jacket and made another trip to Tomb Depot to talk to Morris.