PLAY THE HITS BABY ☆ temple cleaning

[roan ;]

SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

Overall, Roan liked to consider himself a big fan of order. He enjoyed order in his life, and he liked things going the way that he planned them. Of course, it was very rarely that his plans actually came to fruition, because life seemed to have a funny way of decking him – and the rest of his family – in the face. It was disappointing, but it was honestly something that he had just come to accept at this point, as much as he occasionally found himself clenching his teeth or digging his claws into the ground. However, there was a silver lining to every cloud, and that included Roan's chaotic life. If there was one thing that the soothsayer was able to control and bring order to, it was his surroundings. He was in charge of the temple, and it was his base of operations, as well as his home. If the temple wasn't up to his standards, then he wouldn't be able to focus, and that wouldn't be good for the group as a whole. Even with his newly chosen sages, it would still be some time until one of them was fully trained, and the other was only just now becoming social again. It would be a bit of time before he stopped being the main person that everyone turned to.

So, Roan had decided to take things into his own hands. Or paws, rather. He had gotten himself a bucket, a mop, and a broom, and he had headed back to the temple, quickly followed by Galaga. Once he was back within the walls of his home, the siamese got to work. While Galaga sat by and watched him work, Roan dusted off the dirty hard floors of the temple, brushing a great deal of dust and debris outside with the broom. He then began to mop, carefully holding the tool in his mouth as he dragged it along the floors, making them faintly gleam. He'd never be able to make everything look perfect, but he could get pretty damn close. Ultimately, when about half of the temple's floor was done, the soothsayer headed towards the entrance, sighing and frowning when he spotted the thick vines that were growing inwards. He didn't mind the general look of the vines most of the time, but he couldn't have them coming in and taking over everything. So, he stretched up, grabbing onto one of them with his teeth and claws, and beginning to pull. At the same time, Galaga did the same, the youngling crocodile beginning to claw and bite at one of the smaller vines. Gradually, they both began to succeed at their task, but it was exhausting. It wasn't long before Roan fell back on his flank, grumbling, "Damn things really are attached, aren't they Galaga?" He then turned towards the hatchling, who paused long enough to let out a few of the beeping sounds that he was named for.

DON'T ASK FOR HELP, YOU'RE ALL ALONE
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!

— Reggan