By assumption of time, Brandyskies moved out of the temple and into the, well, rest of the Typhoon. It was almost overcast today, with just hints of sun peeking through. There was promise there of light rain, but nothing too intense that it'd drench fur and cause a mud fight. A small quirk of a smile tugged at his face as he considered having a mud fight, before padding down towards an empty hut. His eyes scanned it. Quaint, in size, a pastel green on the outside with a disturbed roof. He stepped up towards it, stretching a wing up to tug the tarp away from the window on the porch.

It was almost an empty space within, something to cause him to pause and think for a moment. There were plenty of houses he had passed by without considering them. But the way the clouds pushed sun away, lighting up the rooms inside, causing Brandy's brain to freeze up a bit. Like the ghost of a future at his paws, the gentle breath- just a taste of what he could have. Slowly, he pushed the door open, looking around at the dusty interior.

A small smile broke out on the injured teens face, and he broke away slowly, moving to gather the broom from the corner. He picked it up, slowly swaying himself as he sweeped, the gentle hum of his voice riding the tones of Paul Anka.

// he's just sweeping rn! nothing's been really moved

"SPEECH"

Brandy hadn't realized singing would garner attention. As soon as he heard pawsteps- perhaps from Michael first, but Luci was the first to draw his attention- the swaying would stop and he'd clear his throat rather quickly, ears flat against his head and the skin on his face turning red with embarrassment. His head pulled back a bit, trying to appear bigger out of instinct- which, perhaps, wasn't hard for the hybrid. He realized what he was doing and relaxed just a bit, shifting his wings.

"Brandyskies Roux. I don't.. ah. I don't think I need help." He stated, giving her an awkward smile. Lucy, it was. His tail swayed for a long moment, before he remembered himself, and cleared his throat. Brandy gave her a charming smile instead, the awkwardness fading as his confidence surged. His house, his rules, right? "Nice to meet you, Luci- I hope you don't mind me callin' you that." He nodded his head a little bit, before his gaze shifted.

Eulia and him.. didn't have a relationship, that he could notably remember. But to him, it almost appeared that Eulia didn't recognize him as his counter-part, and perhaps that thought made his visage darken and his wings shuffle, feathers a bit ruffled. He didn't speak on it, however, instead offering her the same careful smile he first offered Luci. "Eulia," He offered his greeting first, "It's a song by Paul Anka- I found an old record a long time ago. I forget the song name, but it had a really catchy tune." His head tilted a bit, thoughfully holding the broom as if trying to remember the song name.

His eyes finally sketched towards Michael, who had been there all along. He cleared his throat, and if looks could kill, Michael would perhaps understand that he had never been dancing and sweeping at the same time. Absolutely not. However, at his question, his wings lay flat again and his ears twitched. Furniture. He hadn't even thought of that. Slowly, his head shook. "No, I don't.. have anythin' to put in here yet. I hadn't even looked." He looked down for a moment, kicking his paw, before clearing his throat. "If y' could, that'd be appreciated Michael." He gave him a tiny grin.

"SPEECH"