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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 11:23 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 8:13 pm
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Zuberi wasn't much of a fan of cleaning up other peoples messes. Hell, he kept a very strict dorm room clean level, and for that, most people didn't want to dorm with him. He was certain when Eden was older, she wouldn't mind. They were like siblings, after all, and he adored her. She knew his mannerisms and how he liked things. It'd make it easy to live peacefully. But this? Every time he turned around he was being told to clean the mess hall or to go clean where the Pokemon were kept or mop the halls. What did he look like, a servant? He snorted lightly at the thought, shaking his head as he pushed the door of the mess hall open with his toe, and stepped inside. It seemed to him a trainee was already working on cleaning it up. So it was more so babysitting than it was cleaning.
Releasing a sigh, the African moved forward and grabbed hold of one of the trashcans. He yanked it forward and toward a table that till had trays and litter on it, and glared down at the mess. If he was an agent, he'd rip into people who left such a mess. But he wasn't, and he didn't have that right yet. Instead, he needed to get this all cleaned up so he could go back to training his new Pokemon. He started to gather the trash, throwing it into the bin and collecting the trays in a pile as he went. This was a bother.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2015 11:18 am
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