let me say it ;; cleaning

[Romulus]

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.