@breadbasketofmuses// (cont. from here)
To say that Marc felt tired and worn after a long day of training and drills would be an understatement. His neck and shoulders ached, his legs muscles felt stiff, and his feet felt as though they might fall off at any moment. But, if there was anything that could make the boy feel better--aside from a warm bath and some rest, of course--, was a hot meal after such a rough day. And so that basic need had led the pink-haired lad to the mess hall, his mouth already watering from the faint scent of the army’s dinner lingering in the air. Though, as he approached his well-deserved meal, he did wonder just where his dear, twin sister had run off to, for it is rather odd of her to not only miss a meal, but miss a meal with himself, and their father. Surely, the boy thought as he crossed his arms behind his head, that she was just attending to other matters, and would be back in time for dinner. Or perhaps she was not feeling hungry at all, and went straight to bed...Either way, Marc would be sure to save her a plate, just in case.
Walking up to the entrance of the hall, the boy’s observative eye can’t help but notice the slightly ajar door, cocking a single brow walking closer to investigate. He wouldn’t say it’s uncommon for the door to be open slightly, for normally it wasn’t fully closed to allow some air flow to the cooks, and to vent any growing heat or steam, but still. It seemed a bit too early for the doors to be open at this time in the evening. Surely, though, it is fine, he tells himself, and pushes the aged door open as he strides forward and-
A startled yelp escapes from the young man’s lips as he catches the glimpse of a silver bucket, followed by the feeling of being drenched by said bucket. The water alone was bad enough, the fact that it happened in front of other Shepherds also wasn’t ideal, but really made the experience worse was feeling the cold metal of the bucket once perched at the top of the door strike himself on his forehead, causing him--along with the now wet ground--, to slip backwards and land on his back, followed by a pained grunt, and then silence as the boy lay still, the opened part of the bucket covering his face.