( Clean up's not anything he'd say is on his resume of skills and abilities he has, but. It beats being stuck in the woods of Amrita Academy and it does give him the chance to see more of what all the hubbub of Folkmore and its other areas is all about, so. He's out here in Epiphany. Not looking like the mess he'd been in the weeks he'd spent playing Folkmore's version of Survivor, but pretty put together for a change. Might be a bit of dirt on his coat, shirt, and pants, but. That's what happens when one roughs it up in the wilderness for... however long he'd been out there. Point is, he's not looking like a hot mess right now and that's really all that matters.
He's atop one of the residences — fixing something up that he's pretty sure he has a handle on when he catches sight of a familiar mop of white and gray out of the corner of his eye. It's deja-vu all over again, minus the suddenly being kicked to the face part, but it's enough to have him pause what he's currently tying together and get a better look at who that hair happens to belong to.
Unmistakable, like he thought. )
Well I'll be damned.
( It's muttered to himself — huff on his lips to go with the slow shake of his head. Figures the kid would follow that fox when both he and his old man had told him to stay put in the human realm. Hoo boy, he should really give it to him. Maybe he will. Or maybe that's more his old man's job to do now. Either way, he sets what he's been working on down and presses the heel of his boot against the ledge of the building he's atop, arm draped across his knee as he leans over and watches his dear nephew down below assist someone for a minute.
That's when he laughs to himself and makes sure to say what he says loud enough for the kid to hear: )
I spy with my little eye... something that is... not supposed to be here.
community service-ish.
He's atop one of the residences — fixing something up that he's pretty sure he has a handle on when he catches sight of a familiar mop of white and gray out of the corner of his eye. It's deja-vu all over again, minus the suddenly being kicked to the face part, but it's enough to have him pause what he's currently tying together and get a better look at who that hair happens to belong to.
Unmistakable, like he thought. )
Well I'll be damned.
( It's muttered to himself — huff on his lips to go with the slow shake of his head. Figures the kid would follow that fox when both he and his old man had told him to stay put in the human realm. Hoo boy, he should really give it to him. Maybe he will. Or maybe that's more his old man's job to do now. Either way, he sets what he's been working on down and presses the heel of his boot against the ledge of the building he's atop, arm draped across his knee as he leans over and watches his dear nephew down below assist someone for a minute.
That's when he laughs to himself and makes sure to say what he says loud enough for the kid to hear: )
I spy with my little eye... something that is... not supposed to be here.