01-10-2020, 08:17 AM
A part of him wonders if that maybe, just maybe he should’ve taken the babysitting task. Like—it’s usually what he does anyways, making sure the kids in the lodge are a-okay, so there’s no reason for him to not pick it; he likes kids, they’re easy to deal with, it just seems right. Yet here he is: dusting off the mats in the room he practically claimed for the sparring task he crossed off. Once he figures it’s good enough (the floors are going to get dirty again very fast anyways), he puts the cleaning supplies away and looks around.
Okay, so...now what? The room’s clean, he has his staff propped up against the wall, ready to go; the punching bag was even shoved into a corner, since he hopes people plan on focusing more on sparring against actual people than inanimate objects. The only catch is—how is he going to tell people that this is even occurring? It’s not like he feels the urge to go around and tell everyone a time and date, it makes him cringe just by thinking about it, but he also has a task to do. Crossing his arms, he exhales slowly. He...he has an idea. Maybe.
It doesn’t take long, thankfully, and soon enough he’s taping a piece of paper against the room’s door. Stepping back, he admires his work: in the most random, near-perfectly neat handwriting exclaims a simple "sparring" on the paper. Right below the door, standing in front of Brendan—Roosty. Because why not? He’s cute, he deserves some fun every now and again. Picking up the rooster, Brendan looks around the hallway, then steps inside the room. Time to wait, he guesses. (No complaints if people don’t come, though...he feels at ease just sitting around.)
Okay, so...now what? The room’s clean, he has his staff propped up against the wall, ready to go; the punching bag was even shoved into a corner, since he hopes people plan on focusing more on sparring against actual people than inanimate objects. The only catch is—how is he going to tell people that this is even occurring? It’s not like he feels the urge to go around and tell everyone a time and date, it makes him cringe just by thinking about it, but he also has a task to do. Crossing his arms, he exhales slowly. He...he has an idea. Maybe.
It doesn’t take long, thankfully, and soon enough he’s taping a piece of paper against the room’s door. Stepping back, he admires his work: in the most random, near-perfectly neat handwriting exclaims a simple "sparring" on the paper. Right below the door, standing in front of Brendan—Roosty. Because why not? He’s cute, he deserves some fun every now and again. Picking up the rooster, Brendan looks around the hallway, then steps inside the room. Time to wait, he guesses. (No complaints if people don’t come, though...he feels at ease just sitting around.)
[table]
DO WHATEVER IT TAKES.
295 words. beware hidden scroll.