03-20-2020, 02:10 AM
Blits hadn't expected for people to actually show up to his little cleaning endeavor. His tail wagged behind him to both counter the weight of the broom as well as exert some sign of delight with just how happy he was to do something he was used to. Cleaning was a talent that he felt much pride in being able to do. Sweeping up a beach was no different. It was a little difficult without hands, but Blits felt like using his teeth and curling his talons was such an innovative stunt that he was certainly going to give himself praise. It was a great idea. His orange eyes lifted from the sand, noting Michael's approach. Orange eyes blinked slowly, registering the seething tone. Why was he angry? His talons curled and he removed the broom's handle from his jaws, then struggling with moving it away from his face without sending sand flying. "I'm sweeping!" Blits answered with a grin, "cause the ground here feels super dirty and not clean. Also, I'm pretty sure that I'd know if I swung my head too fast looking for my boyfriend. Neck might break, you know?"
His attention was grabbed by the second to approach. Blits remembered her from when he'd first arrived here. His tail curled a little, the bands of his tail briefly jostling before coming swiftly to a halt. He couldn't quite hear the mutters that she directed towards Michael. Not that he cares too much about hearing every single statement made in his presence. If it was whispered, it certainly wasn't for him to hear. "It's super nice, isn't it?" Blits chatters with a slight wave of a wing. This, of course, results in him slightly smacking himself with the handle of the broom. Blits huffs over the ruffled patch of feathers, but it certainly was low on his list of priorities to fix such a small issue. "It'll be super clean by the time that I get done. The cleanest.. you said beach? This is a beach. Right. It'll be the cleanest beach!" The vibrant dinosaur nods his horned head, seeming assured of his task to rid the beach of all its sand.
The last to arrive also warranted a smile being presented onto his face. Blits was hardly above forgetting pleasantries, even dipping his horned head a little. Why was her head lowered? Probably not the best idea to ask. Especially with the slightest shuffle warranting more irritable, dirty sand sinking round his talons. He raised a talon and awkwardly shook the limb. "Uh. Yea!. I can get trash too!" Blits offered. His tail wriggled behind him, him trying to then use the broom to bush some of the remaining sand from a foot. He really wasn't making any progress in removing the sand from the beach, but he certainly seemed pleased in his attempts. "There's... what?" The sinornithosaurus' orange eyes blinked a few times. The term 'crab' was foreign to him, warranting is previously giddy expression to fall to curiosity. His talons struggled to retain their hold on the broom, him gripping such with his teeth again. "Not dangerous right?" He muffles around the broom, briefly returning to his sweeping before his attention lifted from the steadily piling sand to the crowd that had gathered.
His attention was grabbed by the second to approach. Blits remembered her from when he'd first arrived here. His tail curled a little, the bands of his tail briefly jostling before coming swiftly to a halt. He couldn't quite hear the mutters that she directed towards Michael. Not that he cares too much about hearing every single statement made in his presence. If it was whispered, it certainly wasn't for him to hear. "It's super nice, isn't it?" Blits chatters with a slight wave of a wing. This, of course, results in him slightly smacking himself with the handle of the broom. Blits huffs over the ruffled patch of feathers, but it certainly was low on his list of priorities to fix such a small issue. "It'll be super clean by the time that I get done. The cleanest.. you said beach? This is a beach. Right. It'll be the cleanest beach!" The vibrant dinosaur nods his horned head, seeming assured of his task to rid the beach of all its sand.
The last to arrive also warranted a smile being presented onto his face. Blits was hardly above forgetting pleasantries, even dipping his horned head a little. Why was her head lowered? Probably not the best idea to ask. Especially with the slightest shuffle warranting more irritable, dirty sand sinking round his talons. He raised a talon and awkwardly shook the limb. "Uh. Yea!. I can get trash too!" Blits offered. His tail wriggled behind him, him trying to then use the broom to bush some of the remaining sand from a foot. He really wasn't making any progress in removing the sand from the beach, but he certainly seemed pleased in his attempts. "There's... what?" The sinornithosaurus' orange eyes blinked a few times. The term 'crab' was foreign to him, warranting is previously giddy expression to fall to curiosity. His talons struggled to retain their hold on the broom, him gripping such with his teeth again. "Not dangerous right?" He muffles around the broom, briefly returning to his sweeping before his attention lifted from the steadily piling sand to the crowd that had gathered.
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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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