[Seasonal Event] What Must Be Done

Emmett There's always more to do, Good thing I want to do it "Oh, well. Hang on a sec." Emmett held up a hand then shifted before her. Before a second had passed he was a large donkey, with soft ears that wiggled as he shook his body, getting used to the shape he hadn't been in for a while. He walked up to her and gently nuzzled her side with his nose, then pulled away to look about for a cart. Finding one by the door (trying his best not to look inside, the smell of blood sharp and instant) he closed his teeth around the handle and pulled it towards Phoebe, then turned and made a noise as he looked back towards the straps. With the cart he could gather things quickly, transport the rubbish from the outside into a neat pile. Truly, he knew this was just stalling. That he was putting off the inevitable, that he would have to go into the empty house and face the reality of it eventually. But for now he was just being a donkey, gathering trash with Bee.