The tropical storm had devastated a lot of the Coalition of the Condemned's shores, bringing up trash and polluting their border plants. Romulus, over time, had been working on cleaning the area before working on his own home. Thankfully, it was barely touched. Even so, he mourned the books that were dampened by the dirty ocean waters. He tried to work with a smile for the others, just as he did as he walked along currently, but found himself frustrated by the tragedies as of late.

A kingpin's duties were simple. To help his group (although his parents would interpret that differently). Today was no different and found himself wandering the territory with his eyes open for something to do. The introvert found himself slowly meandering back towards his home, picking up the pieces of his group along the way, and happened to find another piece to maneuver back into place in no time: Zuriela. Noting the broken shells on her porch and the potted plants scattered across, a frown pulled down onto his maw. There had to be something he could do.

With no hesitation, he stepped forward. Paws reached out towards the smashed pieces on the porch and started brushing them into a pile. "I see you're having fun," he lightly joked.

A warm hum left Romulus at her response. 'Good company,' he assumed, was him. The lion continued swiping away at the ground, forming a pile of debris below his paws, and offered a genuine smile in response. His eyes attempted to lock with hers. "Thank you," he replied. "You, my friend, are simply the best." He could feel his mood improving already, even if he was doing the littlelest of chores while talking to the other.

His smile turned down at her next words. He tried to stay positive, but his unsure attitude kept him from thinking there could be anything good from the storm. "I don't quite know," Romulus admitted. Paws stopped in their tracks. A slow exhale left him as he thought for a moment. Before continuing, he shook his head. "Perhaps in the near future, but for now, we work." It was clear he wasn't exactly happy with that. Romulus preferred to rejoice with others and then slip away to his private quarters, but lately everything was so laborious.

Dark paws started up again, shifting and sliding the broken pieces. "I will try to find some hope in these times though." The leader paused again. Maybe she could enlighten him. "What keeps you going?"