When it came to what Blits was good at, he liked to simplify it down to the basics. He was, obviously, incredibly smart. He could find an easy and simple solution to a problem. How to act on it was the next step, and that wasn't what he was good at. He had to simplify things otherwise his fried mind wouldn't be able to grasp it. It was a struggle to make things simple enough for him to understand. That's why he was good at it! Surely! It proved how smart he was. The sinornithosaurus was incredibly smart, even if his antics for the day would prove otherwise to an external source.

One of the tasks that Blits was common with was sweeping. He'd usually use a broom and try to clean something, normally the floor. Using a broom to try and clean counters had proven ineffective and instead with lots of broken cutlery on the floor. It had been a quick fix, learning that there were different tools for different means of cleaning. There was always the incident of glass cleaner that came to mind whenever cleaning was evident. He had thought that glass cleaner meant that it used glass to clean. It had been more laughable than the incident with broken food items. Sure, clothes and furniture and blankets had been soaked with glass cleaner and their supply had been gone for the rest of the month, but it wasn't like underground facilities really needed glass cleaner anyways. A funny incident.

Blits was certain that such a mistake wouldn't happen with what he was imposing on himself today. He'd absolutely never seen sand before. The feeling was weird and foreign and his mind associated it quickly with what a dirty floor felt like. After a brief search, Blits had found the perfect means to fix the dirty feeling which was sand. He'd found a broom and carried it all the way back to the shore. Blits knew he had a struggle ahead. He was used to being able to use hands to sweep and the odd talons of his wings simply would not meet the cut. He would still use them! Simply it would be an altered strategy. He was not opposed to trying new things, and certainly something as easy as sweeping would not allude him.

Carefully his teeth gripped the handle alongside his claws. It was difficult, for instead of rotating wrists he was having to pivot his neck as well as his arms. It was quite difficult and awkward feeling. His feet shuffled awkwardly in the sand as he didn't quite know how to walk on such a grainy feeling surface. That was why he was sweeping, though! It would feel better once its done! His body awkwardly curled while he swept, struggling but certainly feeling delighted in his task. Sweeping was a task that he was great at - cleaning of any kind in its entirety was fair game that Blits felt comfortable about doing without worry that he was going to break something. Sure, he wasn't quite sure if sweeping was the correct method to clean the beach from the weird grainy feeling, but he figured that if it didn't then he'd find some glass cleaner as the next best step.

Blits hadn't expected for people to actually show up to his little cleaning endeavor. His tail wagged behind him to both counter the weight of the broom as well as exert some sign of delight with just how happy he was to do something he was used to. Cleaning was a talent that he felt much pride in being able to do. Sweeping up a beach was no different. It was a little difficult without hands, but Blits felt like using his teeth and curling his talons was such an innovative stunt that he was certainly going to give himself praise. It was a great idea. His orange eyes lifted from the sand, noting Michael's approach. Orange eyes blinked slowly, registering the seething tone. Why was he angry? His talons curled and he removed the broom's handle from his jaws, then struggling with moving it away from his face without sending sand flying. "I'm sweeping!" Blits answered with a grin, "cause the ground here feels super dirty and not clean. Also, I'm pretty sure that I'd know if I swung my head too fast looking for my boyfriend. Neck might break, you know?"

His attention was grabbed by the second to approach. Blits remembered her from when he'd first arrived here. His tail curled a little, the bands of his tail briefly jostling before coming swiftly to a halt. He couldn't quite hear the mutters that she directed towards Michael. Not that he cares too much about hearing every single statement made in his presence. If it was whispered, it certainly wasn't for him to hear. "It's super nice, isn't it?" Blits chatters with a slight wave of a wing. This, of course, results in him slightly smacking himself with the handle of the broom. Blits huffs over the ruffled patch of feathers, but it certainly was low on his list of priorities to fix such a small issue. "It'll be super clean by the time that I get done. The cleanest.. you said beach? This is a beach. Right. It'll be the cleanest beach!" The vibrant dinosaur nods his horned head, seeming assured of his task to rid the beach of all its sand.

The last to arrive also warranted a smile being presented onto his face. Blits was hardly above forgetting pleasantries, even dipping his horned head a little. Why was her head lowered? Probably not the best idea to ask. Especially with the slightest shuffle warranting more irritable, dirty sand sinking round his talons. He raised a talon and awkwardly shook the limb. "Uh. Yea!. I can get trash too!" Blits offered. His tail wriggled behind him, him trying to then use the broom to bush some of the remaining sand from a foot. He really wasn't making any progress in removing the sand from the beach, but he certainly seemed pleased in his attempts. "There's... what?" The sinornithosaurus' orange eyes blinked a few times. The term 'crab' was foreign to him, warranting is previously giddy expression to fall to curiosity. His talons struggled to retain their hold on the broom, him gripping such with his teeth again. "Not dangerous right?" He muffles around the broom, briefly returning to his sweeping before his attention lifted from the steadily piling sand to the crowd that had gathered.

When it came to Blits mentally picturing things as they were explained to him he usually tended to get things entirely wrong. A crab, apparently, had the potential to be dangerous. Speedy. Had big claws. His mind quickly went to work to try and visualize such a thing. Probably had a lot of legs. At least twenty! Small eyes so that it could see well. Probably colored pale white so it could blend in with the sand. Small, though, if he was too big to be pinched. Probably used their size in numbers. Blits was used to dealing with monster, monsters that looked like they'd come straight out of somebody's nightmares. Things with seven eyes, three mouths, two beaks, wings for feet and fins for eyebrows were all things that Blits had grown used to. It wasn't as if he had many experiences with more 'natural' creatures that weren't complete and utter abominations. Despite thoughts and a depreciation of a crab being so monstrous, he wasn't all that scared. Especially after being told that it couldn't hurt him. "How fast are they?" Blits inquires, his head moving away from the broom for a brief moment so that he could easily ask his inquiry.

He shifts his grip on the broom. Blits then shuffles his feet, horned head then turning back to Michael when he began speaking. The sinornithosaurus sweeped some more sand while the other spoke, showing his attention by his orange gaze remaining settled on the other. His tail swings a little behind him as he released the broom from his jaws. "She does?" His tone is filled with curiousity, him then rocking back on his feet. "Pinching probably hurts. I wouldn't know, I've never been pinched. I'd really like to not get pinched if it hurts enough to make her cry," Blits rambles. He shuffles his feet, and his snout scrunches up. He isn't able to grasp why the sand is still there! He just swept this spot! A grumble sounds from the sinornithosaurus. "I dunno where I'm gonna put all the dirt though... I'll figure it out once I get a good pile." Blits grunts, grabbing the handle with his teeth to sharply sweep away another patch of sand. Maybe he could put it in the water? Water was used to clean back home, and so Blits reasoned it would likely poof the filth away in a magical way. That was a good plan to him, with absolutely zero faults.