yip // 6.10 weekly tasks

[▷killian◁]

Okay, three people, not too bad. Killian shifted to the edge of the statue to get closer to them, his tail wagging as they approached. "Cool! Awesome. Great. So, uhh... Let's fuckin' see.." His cloudy gaze looked to each of them a few times and he squinted in his deep thought. Should he give them things he thought they'd enjoy? Things that aligned with their interests? Hmm.. Nah, that wasn't his job, he didn't care if they were interested in the task he gave them.

"Beck! How about you.. Can you ride an alligator? Ohh, and give people fuckin' rides on it! Yeah, that's your task, pretend a 'gators a horse and give people rides on that bitch." He nodded to himself, immensely satisfied. That was a genius task, he couldn't wait to see it happen. If it happened? He really hoped Beck could do that. That would be awesome..

"Vig! Yes, I am demanding, you like it?" He winked at the cat and then thought about the tasks he'd thought up. "Hmm.. Can you take some bitches out and get some food we usually don't have? Maybe have like a.. A fuckin' food.. Party? Yeah. Get some rare food or some shit and have a food party." Another task he thought was absolutely genius. Good food they didn't get very often? That shit was the best.

"And pretty lady.. How 'bout you teach us some shit? You're pretty fuckin' smart, right? Get some of us together one day and share your fuckin' knowledge! Maybe how to like.. Heal small shit so you don't have to deal with us comin' to you for little scrapes?" Anyone else he'd have given some dumb task but in all honesty Killian kind of didn't want to make Nayru do something she didn't like. She was soft and didn't seem like someone who could do a task he'd give someone else or do himself. Why would he make her do something like use a gator as a horse? That was a waste of time and he wouldn't waste the time of someone so pretty, even if it was just to try and keep himself on her good side. Though that implied she had a bad side and he wasn't sure if that was true.

Whatever. He sat back and looked off into the distance, waiting if anyone else wanted a task. He could wait all day, after all.. Sitting here for a few hours would be better than moving around and ripping open his bite. Or getting it muddy. It already itched like hell, fuck that.

"SPEECH"

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