Another week had passed, something Beck was slightly proud of realizing. After having been disconnected from reality for so long, relearning how the living world sorted out their time frames had been, needless to say, difficult. The entity was beginning to get the hang of it, but of course, there were times his mind slipped and forgot the day of the week. It caused considerably less damage than, say, forgetting his entire identity, yet it was still an inconvenience, and he hated inconveniences. Like how he was beginning to hate the responsibility of handing out tasks.
Beck tipped his head to face the sky with a sneer, mocking the sun for the flow of time itself. Whatever, he finally beat whoever invented time and its stupid constructs, and he remembered his schedule of tasks. Probably. Ignoring the small throb of doubt in his punctured chest, the feline lazily sulked through the ghost town's overgrown streets, ducking under untamed vines and offering the rare blink of acknowledgement to busy passerby. Some of them anticipated an upcoming announcement based of the sheer look of boredom on Beck's scarred features, and the direction he was sullenly dragging himself to. Finally halting at the base of the town plaza's demolished statue, he gracelessly spun on his heel to address an approaching crowd with a shrill croak, "It's weekly task time, y'all. Come and get 'em!" He was too accustomed to handing them out. A dull tone edged his words as he gave an impatient puff of air out an inky nose, struggling to brainstorm menial activities for his clan.
[align=center]»――➤Beck tipped his head to face the sky with a sneer, mocking the sun for the flow of time itself. Whatever, he finally beat whoever invented time and its stupid constructs, and he remembered his schedule of tasks. Probably. Ignoring the small throb of doubt in his punctured chest, the feline lazily sulked through the ghost town's overgrown streets, ducking under untamed vines and offering the rare blink of acknowledgement to busy passerby. Some of them anticipated an upcoming announcement based of the sheer look of boredom on Beck's scarred features, and the direction he was sullenly dragging himself to. Finally halting at the base of the town plaza's demolished statue, he gracelessly spun on his heel to address an approaching crowd with a shrill croak, "It's weekly task time, y'all. Come and get 'em!" He was too accustomed to handing them out. A dull tone edged his words as he gave an impatient puff of air out an inky nose, struggling to brainstorm menial activities for his clan.