You are the night-time fear
It's a little bit of chaos, alright. Most of the bats got the memo and exit neatly and politely through the open windows, but a few of them seem more interested in protesting their eviction. Aamu stands with his hands on his hips and a scowl on his face, watching Mabel urge the last of the humming creatures out into their relative (and cold) freedom.He has to admit it's kinda funny. Four Ascended and a broom versus a cloud of bats. Casualties: a bed and some lanterns. When Nate chuckles, Aamu joins in. "Yeah," he agrees, starting towards the ruined bed. In that moment, he's glad for his muted senses. Fresh bat guano, mmmh.
Aamu carefully folds the sheets up so as to not spill any batshit on the clean floor and moves away to deposit it wherever Isla wants dirty laundry. He returns with some clean sheets, makes sure the bed itself and the curtains are clean, before making it up nice and proper again.
Aamu deals with the messed up bed!
You are the morning when it's clear
AAMU
