Dusty and sort of wishing he’d just eaten killed the mice, Rance was still a little irritated when Jigano announced the next step in the cleaning process. At least he wouldn’t have to move the furniture alone, he mused, though he’d been perfectly prepared to. He looked curiously at Ronin and his doppleganger, wondering if that could really be called ‘pairing up’, but before he could consider offering his help, the sole woman in their group approached, offering her hand. Rance arched a brow high at the horns that stood above her head, but said nothing as he grasped her hand. “Rance, and I guess so. We can do your room first, it’ll be easier to keep out of everyone’s way.”
Turned out he’d made the right choice, as her assigned room didn’t seem to have much actual furniture in it other than a shelf and a broken metal contraption of some sort. He had to duck his head to keep from clocking himself on the low end of the domed ceiling, but otherwise it seemed simple to take the other side of the bookshelf and lift so that they could carry it out.
Rance and Amalia head to Room 4 and work together to carry the shelf out of the room.
Turned out he’d made the right choice, as her assigned room didn’t seem to have much actual furniture in it other than a shelf and a broken metal contraption of some sort. He had to duck his head to keep from clocking himself on the low end of the domed ceiling, but otherwise it seemed simple to take the other side of the bookshelf and lift so that they could carry it out.
Rance and Amalia head to Room 4 and work together to carry the shelf out of the room.
