#:seth

Someone had cursed the doctor with laziness during spring mischief. If it was anyone else affected by this, it wouldn’t have been a big deal but Florian’s virtue was directly tied to his hard work and dedication. Without that, the kresnik felt weak and sluggish. Florian had put a sign on his door that he was out of office but when he heard the door open, he let out a groan. His desk buried under work he was unable to complete. “Go away. The doctors not here.” He told them and laid his head on his desk.

The boy of course had some magical herbs and other things on him. Put neatly in a bag that went well with his outfit and wasn’t too bulky. He knew some people were going to need the herbs for their own celebrations in private. He saw a few people he knew and went over with a smile. “I think this is my favorite festival party the castle has thrown yet. It does suck it’s only one day, but it is better than not at all right?” 

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“Oh..” Simon had no idea how to respond to some one so... so... well dull. It seemed Gotrik wasn’t here for the boy’s personality that was for sure. Maybe it was a power move? Or the other was good in bed? “Yep. That’s me! The best neko in this castle I’d say.” And his master would also agree. He grinned at the other trying to not let the awkward feeling grow, but also not sure how he could breathe with such a stiff person to talk to. “So.... how did you end up the demon in this one?”

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Damn it, Sarah! I was counting on an answer..

So, no?

It was finally warm enough for the beaches to begin opening and that meant a big crowd of people planning to get a head start on their tan even if the sky seemed a little dark and the air was still slightly chilly. 

Near the end of his shift, Seth sat up at the 'tower' overlooking the beach goers, though he looked more bored than attentive. He wore the recognizable red trunks of a lifeguard and a thin gray hoodie that hardly hid his deliciously fit body. His hand swung lazily about, swinging his whistle around by the lanyard until it swung out of his grip. He leaned over, scanning the sand to search for where it might've landed before someone's bare foot stepped on it. And hopefully no one had gotten hit in the head by it.