though he's supposed to be in 'the quarantine zone' - aka his bedroom, with more makeshift pillows and blankets and covers than he knows what to do with - for his sake, daylight’s need to stimulate himself trumps meddy's 'executive medical orders' to hide from anyone who could potentially get him sick. when the coast is clear and he's sure meddy is doing one of their rounds around the temple, daylight quickly sneaks out of his rooms to find something to do.
he didn’t see the message delivered to his device when scurrying down the corridors. too busy trying to avoid a chance of running-in with meddy and/or see what he can do before he gets shooed back to his rooms. but he does catch the smell of something great in the kitchens when he passes by.
it's enticing enough to have him poke his head in, zeroing in on whoever is the source of that great smelling, er, smell. hmm- he doesn't think he's seen them before. are they one of the new folks who joined the temple...? ]
Hi there, mister! [ he tugs his sheet up to get a better look at the chef, revealing a silver faceplate that's crowned by a helm of red and gold. wide and bright blue optics peer at the new face, hopeful yet a little nervous. he distinctly remembers auntie saralyn getting annoyed if she was bothered during cooking. ] Um… I'm not bothering you, am I?
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[ oh...
oh!
something smells good...!
though he's supposed to be in 'the quarantine zone' - aka his bedroom, with more makeshift pillows and blankets and covers than he knows what to do with - for his sake, daylight’s need to stimulate himself trumps meddy's 'executive medical orders' to hide from anyone who could potentially get him sick. when the coast is clear and he's sure meddy is doing one of their rounds around the temple, daylight quickly sneaks out of his rooms to find something to do.
he didn’t see the message delivered to his device when scurrying down the corridors. too busy trying to avoid a chance of running-in with meddy and/or see what he can do before he gets shooed back to his rooms. but he does catch the smell of something great in the kitchens when he passes by.
it's enticing enough to have him poke his head in, zeroing in on whoever is the source of that great smelling, er, smell. hmm- he doesn't think he's seen them before. are they one of the new folks who joined the temple...? ]
Hi there, mister! [ he tugs his sheet up to get a better look at the chef, revealing a silver faceplate that's crowned by a helm of red and gold. wide and bright blue optics peer at the new face, hopeful yet a little nervous. he distinctly remembers auntie saralyn getting annoyed if she was bothered during cooking. ] Um… I'm not bothering you, am I?