As it was, with the idea of becoming more acquainted with his new home first and foremost in mind, he'd stumbled upon more mess than expected. Was it like this every year? No wonder everything looked so dismal in comparison to the lively people he'd met thus far.
Movement down the lane catches his eye as someone hauls the debris in the area into a growing pile. His hands are already fidgeting as he makes his way over, taking in the neatly groomed man ahead of him as he cleaned up the area.
"Hey, you want some help with that stuff?" While he may have the strength of a wet noodle in comparison to those like Clementine, he'd spend all day hauling twice his weight if it meant keeping busy. "Might be faster with another set of hands! Or at least more interesting— I can totally carry a tune that'll make a songbird cry. Whistle while you work and all that, right?"
That was a bald-faced lie, evident by his voice cracking halfway through his last sentence.
