Interior Design Is My Passion

[work_wife]

WHO: Robin Buckley, Open
WHERE: Hotel, Seeking Around Temba
WHAT: Room Cleaning and Frondling Hide and Seek
WHEN: Earlyish March
WARNINGS: None

1. Don't Ask Her For Fashion Tips | Hotel

So, it seemed like the vote was in. If these Agrii wanted to live in a terrible place, then Robin was only going to judge them quietly to herself. She was clearly massively outvoted here. But that didn't mean she wasn't going to contribute to help people settle in. And if there was one thing she thought she knew how to do at this point, it was clean.

Spend enough time working minimum wage dead end jobs and you really acquire that skill for real. So here she was, fluffing out a sheet to make sure it might fit on the mattress.

"Stupid non-fitted sheets. Doesn't anyone know how much of a pain these are to get on?"

She did, of course. Managed it like a pro. Serious question where she learned to do that actually. But it was always easier with help. If only she had some...

2. Not Your Traditional Easter Hunt

Not once in her life had Robin ever taken part in the Hawkins Annual Easter Egg Hunt. She'd asked her parents why once, and it had been a very long discussion about the normalization of Christian rituals and claiming they're secular, the theft of old belief systems, and the capitalism of money spent on candy on a day that was supposed to be a celebration of new life.

The first time she'd had a hard boiled egg she had agreed. Easter Egg hunts were shit and should never be done. Why would you do that to an egg? You could have them scrambled, or made into bread, and instead you turned them into a monster. When she learned of the concept of entropy she had found it an even more ironic method of celebrating.

Now here she is, with a little basket filled with grass and chopped up fruit in one hand, which already had a speckled pink and purple Frondling dancing in it.

"Yes, I get what you're saying," she said to it out loud, but not with any part of her dancing back. Hard to do when she's using her other hand to dig under a pile of rubble hoping to 'tag' a Frondling she had seen go under there. "But this is not the way to play on the surface. There are giant scaled cat things that will eat you all up. Why can't you be sensible? If you keep this up, I'm calling you Dustin."

Comments

[work_wife]

Frustratingly enough there aren't more frondlings along the way. But hey, there's the keeper funfrond and Robin's able to transfer the little ones to them.

"Looks like there are more here than I saw before. I guess other people are looking too. That's good."

[3wingedangel]

Sephiroth nods. "Hopefully they'll all be rounded up before long. I'll keep looking."

[work_wife]

"Yeah, me too. Thanks for the help by the way. My arms were so not long enough for what I needed to reach."

The little things were quicker than she had really expected too.

[3wingedangel]

He nods. "I'm pleased I could help. Let me know if I can do more."

[work_wife]

Robin nods and salutes.

"I'll message you if I need long arms around again."

[3wingedangel]

"Very well." Sephiroth nods and moves to head off in search of more Frondlings.