Another day, another slave driven effort that led him traveling all about the capital of Grand Chokmah. Those are simply the things that happen when you try and live somewhere for free; you have to make up for it in the worst ways possible. Such as, for instance, having to walk a good way across the city to deliver a way too heavy package. Today, said package just so happened to be destined for a hotel that he somehow always had a hell of a problem in finding.
Which means he was always late.
Through the fancy schmancy doors he walked, neatly wrapped package resting firmly in his arms (while his sword still dangled from his left by way of thick strings, somehow). He didn't pay a bit of mind to the rest of the people in the room. His destination was one place, and one place only. The front desk. And, boy, did it feel nice to drop the damn heavy thing down onto it, even if it led to the hotel's operator having one extra thing to lecture him for. Whatever, that was --
Punishment? A punishment? You gotta be kidding me. What kind of punishment is being forced to bring drinks to a table? Again, whatever, he would deal. Drop these off, then run out the door to freedom. An afternoon of nothing.
...Of course, once he turned around and his mind registered a blue haired, just a little well endowed girl sitting on the couch he was destined for, his entire frame of mind shifted juuust a bit. He wasted no time in getting himself from point A to point B, something between a smile and a smirk on his face.
"Uh, I think these are yours..." Anything else he could have said was quickly derailed as he noticed the oddly heavy clothing one of the women had on. Cue his eyebrows having raised up on his forehead -- half from amusement, half from sheer curiosity. "Aren't you hot?"
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Date: 2009-01-06 02:56 am (UTC)Which means he was always late.
Through the fancy schmancy doors he walked, neatly wrapped package resting firmly in his arms (while his sword still dangled from his left by way of thick strings, somehow). He didn't pay a bit of mind to the rest of the people in the room. His destination was one place, and one place only. The front desk. And, boy, did it feel nice to drop the damn heavy thing down onto it, even if it led to the hotel's operator having one extra thing to lecture him for. Whatever, that was --
Punishment? A punishment? You gotta be kidding me. What kind of punishment is being forced to bring drinks to a table? Again, whatever, he would deal. Drop these off, then run out the door to freedom. An afternoon of nothing.
...Of course, once he turned around and his mind registered a blue haired, just a little well endowed girl sitting on the couch he was destined for, his entire frame of mind shifted juuust a bit. He wasted no time in getting himself from point A to point B, something between a smile and a smirk on his face.
"Uh, I think these are yours..." Anything else he could have said was quickly derailed as he noticed the oddly heavy clothing one of the women had on. Cue his eyebrows having raised up on his forehead -- half from amusement, half from sheer curiosity. "Aren't you hot?"