03-17-2020, 09:00 PM
When it came to what Blits was good at, he liked to simplify it down to the basics. He was, obviously, incredibly smart. He could find an easy and simple solution to a problem. How to act on it was the next step, and that wasn't what he was good at. He had to simplify things otherwise his fried mind wouldn't be able to grasp it. It was a struggle to make things simple enough for him to understand. That's why he was good at it! Surely! It proved how smart he was. The sinornithosaurus was incredibly smart, even if his antics for the day would prove otherwise to an external source.
One of the tasks that Blits was common with was sweeping. He'd usually use a broom and try to clean something, normally the floor. Using a broom to try and clean counters had proven ineffective and instead with lots of broken cutlery on the floor. It had been a quick fix, learning that there were different tools for different means of cleaning. There was always the incident of glass cleaner that came to mind whenever cleaning was evident. He had thought that glass cleaner meant that it used glass to clean. It had been more laughable than the incident with broken food items. Sure, clothes and furniture and blankets had been soaked with glass cleaner and their supply had been gone for the rest of the month, but it wasn't like underground facilities really needed glass cleaner anyways. A funny incident.
Blits was certain that such a mistake wouldn't happen with what he was imposing on himself today. He'd absolutely never seen sand before. The feeling was weird and foreign and his mind associated it quickly with what a dirty floor felt like. After a brief search, Blits had found the perfect means to fix the dirty feeling which was sand. He'd found a broom and carried it all the way back to the shore. Blits knew he had a struggle ahead. He was used to being able to use hands to sweep and the odd talons of his wings simply would not meet the cut. He would still use them! Simply it would be an altered strategy. He was not opposed to trying new things, and certainly something as easy as sweeping would not allude him.
Carefully his teeth gripped the handle alongside his claws. It was difficult, for instead of rotating wrists he was having to pivot his neck as well as his arms. It was quite difficult and awkward feeling. His feet shuffled awkwardly in the sand as he didn't quite know how to walk on such a grainy feeling surface. That was why he was sweeping, though! It would feel better once its done! His body awkwardly curled while he swept, struggling but certainly feeling delighted in his task. Sweeping was a task that he was great at - cleaning of any kind in its entirety was fair game that Blits felt comfortable about doing without worry that he was going to break something. Sure, he wasn't quite sure if sweeping was the correct method to clean the beach from the weird grainy feeling, but he figured that if it didn't then he'd find some glass cleaner as the next best step.
One of the tasks that Blits was common with was sweeping. He'd usually use a broom and try to clean something, normally the floor. Using a broom to try and clean counters had proven ineffective and instead with lots of broken cutlery on the floor. It had been a quick fix, learning that there were different tools for different means of cleaning. There was always the incident of glass cleaner that came to mind whenever cleaning was evident. He had thought that glass cleaner meant that it used glass to clean. It had been more laughable than the incident with broken food items. Sure, clothes and furniture and blankets had been soaked with glass cleaner and their supply had been gone for the rest of the month, but it wasn't like underground facilities really needed glass cleaner anyways. A funny incident.
Blits was certain that such a mistake wouldn't happen with what he was imposing on himself today. He'd absolutely never seen sand before. The feeling was weird and foreign and his mind associated it quickly with what a dirty floor felt like. After a brief search, Blits had found the perfect means to fix the dirty feeling which was sand. He'd found a broom and carried it all the way back to the shore. Blits knew he had a struggle ahead. He was used to being able to use hands to sweep and the odd talons of his wings simply would not meet the cut. He would still use them! Simply it would be an altered strategy. He was not opposed to trying new things, and certainly something as easy as sweeping would not allude him.
Carefully his teeth gripped the handle alongside his claws. It was difficult, for instead of rotating wrists he was having to pivot his neck as well as his arms. It was quite difficult and awkward feeling. His feet shuffled awkwardly in the sand as he didn't quite know how to walk on such a grainy feeling surface. That was why he was sweeping, though! It would feel better once its done! His body awkwardly curled while he swept, struggling but certainly feeling delighted in his task. Sweeping was a task that he was great at - cleaning of any kind in its entirety was fair game that Blits felt comfortable about doing without worry that he was going to break something. Sure, he wasn't quite sure if sweeping was the correct method to clean the beach from the weird grainy feeling, but he figured that if it didn't then he'd find some glass cleaner as the next best step.
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FULZANIN is a 19 year old content creator. Currently roleplaying as Beezlebub in the Pitt and Jotunhel in the Typhoon. Time spent outside of work and writing is typically done in Creatures of Sonaria. FULZANIN is also in a happy relationship, and is aegosexual/asexual herself.
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