They finished one by one.
Keahi was first. She set her bowl in the sink, ran a wash cloth across her hands, and disappeared toward Kori's room – the only room besides the living and kitchen – that this house had. When she came back she was wearing an old set of garden overalls, paired with a thin grey shirt that she had clearly chosen for its tolerance for dirt rather than its cut. The overalls were too long in the leg and she had rolled the cuffs twice. They were a little loose at the chest, and yet - somehow, against all the practical sloppiness of the assembly - the way the strap sat at her shoulder and the way the waist gathered at the buckle made the whole outfit look weirdly intentional, as if she had picked it deliberately to highlight a silhouette she was usually careful to hide under baggier clothes.
Arashi stared at her for a full two seconds.
"Don't," Keahi said.
"I wasn't going to -"
"You were."
"I was going to say it's… Intimidating, Keahi."
"Mm-hm."
