[SE] Out, Damned Spot!

Peter bit his lip, but nodded. It made sense to not have water near the books, even if he wouldn’t have considered it without the other mans prompting. He could still go get a bucket, but the amount he could carry wouldn’t put a dent in the stuff trying to enter the building. It might make it even more determined. ”No, I... I don’t think I’ll um... be able to being in enough... enough to help.” Still, he tried to pull at the mud a little bit, to use his magic to force it away, or at least dry it out enough to make this easier. But if his efforts made a difference, he didn’t really notice it. ”Only unofficially?” That seemed a bit strange to Peter as well. If the guild was hosted in the basement, and had a vested interest in the place, why wouldn’t they be the official caretakers? ”That’s um... why I wanted to help though. I spend... a lot of, uh... I spend some time here. And it... I mean, with uh, with everyone, it’ll be better fast, right?” Peter tried to add a proper smile to his words, wanting to ease the melancholy that came from Jigano. He assumed it was his words that brought it about, and felt at least a little responsible, though it hadn’t been his intention. Trying to change the subject, Peter floundered for a moment before speaking. ”Do you um... what kind of uh, of work... do you do?” Well, so much for getting away from the subject, and it was too late to take the words back. Peter Perfectly able to hold my own hand, But I still can’t kiss my own neck;