 *sappysapper* MAJNOO, YO!
Arséne was curious about everyone. The quietly diligent Jina, the quiet for real Mackenzie, and the best dressed of them all: Céline. But before he could or reply to Jina's query about his boredom, he had a TASK to do. And what a task it was.
Washing the WINDOWS. W A S H I N G the windows. It was a thing he couldn't have ever imagined. The sixteen year old was so excited, it was RIDICULOUS. Obviously because he had never even touched a cleaning rag in his entire life. He had people to do these kinds of things, you know.
So, is this how kids of working class people felt???? He tried to channel the misery of it all, the one that sometimes showed on Jina or Mackenzie's face - and one that would help him develop character and depth. This was certainly not something he could have achieved in Paris. This was going to epic.
"Oh I was just about to move, just for confirmation though, the rag goes into the bucket and I just rub it all over the window, yes?" he asked the boss who had appeared.
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......................let's be reckless, unaffected, running out until we're breathless
...............let's be hopeful, don't get broken, and stay caught up in the moment ♥
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