Fuyuhiko kneels to watch, straight-backed and serious. He's determined to be useful out here, and to pull his own weight; for all that people talked up his talent, it's not doing him much fucking good now.

He reaches for the net wordlessly when he feels like he's got it, and nods when Bull gets up to leave. He's a quick learner and highly motivated to not fuck this up— there's actually a decent chance it might really be finished by the time Bull gets back, or at least close to it.