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[Light]

She lightly pats his hand, "It'd be pretty interesting to wake up and find a kracken in the courtyard."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Yeah... Yeah..." He laughs softly

[Light]

She puts her hands on her cheeks and waves her fingers making the fish face, "I'm here to avenge the mackerel,"

[CrimsonMoon]

He laughs softly and squishes her in a glomp," Pfft, well i'm here to hug you all to death, come at me,"

[Light]

Mesa squeezes him back, trying to squish the breath out of him as she laughs, "Challenge accepted!"

[CrimsonMoon]

He picks her up under one arm as he stands," So... What do you think i could do today to help out the other servants?"

[Light]

She holds onto him with a squeak, "I heard that they're having trouble with the cleaning of the kitchen. It needs to be done ever so often, and it's that time of month when they do inspections on everything. But are you SURE....?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" I wouldnt be asking if i wasnt sure," he huffs and ruffles her hair

[Light]

"I know," she whines softly, "just making sure."

[CrimsonMoon]

E sets the little girl down and squeezes her shoulder," Lets go help then, hm?" He smiles gently

[Light]

She bounces a bit under his hand, "Yeah!" She runs forward bustling towards the door, "To the pots and pans!"

[CrimsonMoon]

He smiles and follows her quickly, someiems.. He forgot that he was still a kid..

[Light]

Mesa leads the way down to kitchen, the room a crowded mess. "We can find den-den's station," she suggests meaning Densil.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Yeah, lets." He murmurs, glancig around.. He had never apologized to dad yet.. Because he always so busy.. But when he was always about to talk to Dad, he'd been pulled away to talk to someone.. It was frustrating..

[Light]

She reaches over and holds his hand, leading him through the crowd. "Lets see..." She looks around and makes a small sound when she spots Densil, "There!~" she cheers, pointing the the brunette elbow deep in hot water scrubbing pot after pot.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Densil! Do you need help?!" Rori calls over the hubbub, smiling rightly

(Btw... Guess who got assassins creed four...? XD)

[Light]

He glances over his should surprised, and grins, "Sure; you sure you should be down here though sea salt?"

(omg. OMG. you did~! It looks AMAZING, I can't wait till we get it <3 )

[CrimsonMoon]

" No clue, but after recent events, i dont think anyone'll care," he shrugs with a grin of releif and rolls up his sleeves," Let do this!" He smirks and plungest his hands into the water and starts scrubbing another pot

[Light]

"Alright-ie then," he agrees starting back up on his own pot in his hands with a bigger smile on his face than before. Mesa runs around in the background carrying clean pots to the shelves on the wall, the rows starting to slowly fill up.

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori bit his lip to keep his smile down to reasonable size. He'd almost forgotten how hard work like this was.. But the ache in his arms and the way the soap made his skin dry up and crack just made him smile more..