[He's out in a clearing by the hut he's constructed, sawing down more trees and the like to use to keep reinforcing the roof and walls. Maybe if he's getting ambitious he'll build an additional shed or the like. It's not like he doesn't have the time to put into it, or the boredom. Sleeves rolled up his shirt's seen far better days, and his bangs are tied back-- strange considering all the other human-esque mannerisms.
He wipes his palm across his forehead, wiping at the sweat.]