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spring cleaning [holly, wynter]
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Post by Fayt Devanti on Sept 8, 2013 13:19:30 GMT -6
When they went for too long without cleaning, things got... ...well, unclean. Dusty, actually, was a better way to put it. Of course, it sort of came with the territory, considering they had a hard time actually cleaning during the cold season. But once the weather began to grow warm again and the sun was high above them... they really couldn't put it off any longer. Not, of course, that Fayt actually wanted to clean. The last thing that he wanted to do, when on a day off from the forge, was beat carpets and scrub floors. ...of course, he lived rent-free. So he couldn't really complain, he supposed. The hour was pretty early as he stood out on the back porch of the inn, tying back his hair with a piece of toast in his mouth. His dress was comfortable for this sort of thing - a sleeveless shirt, which was cold now but would be just right once they really got working, as well as comfortable pants and beaten-up shoes - and really... all he wanted to do was go back to sleep. He removed the toast from his mouth and yawned, rubbing at his eye with his free hand and muttering under his breath. Sunrise was far, far too early for this sort of thing. Well, on the plus side, he wouldn't have to do it alone. Taking a bite of the toast, he turned back inside and began looking around. "Hey, Holly! Wynter!" he called out, loud enough to carry but not so loud he would disturb any of the guests who happened to be around. "Come on, cleaning time, I'm not doing this alone!" He hadn't seen them at breakfast, but then, he had made his own food. Surely they weren't still in bed... ★ holly devanti, wynter shea
★ i am the best at template-steal-borrow
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Post by Holly Devanti on Sept 8, 2013 15:51:56 GMT -6
From somewhere in the distance of the inn, there was a soft clatter before Holly emerged from one of the doors, hair in a mess and pajamas askew. Wide blue eyes took in the site of her brother, fluctuating somewhere between surprise and confusion. Cleaning? "Wait. What time is it? Cleaning now?" Her words were rushed, but it was obvious that Fayt's doubtful thoughts had been true. At least about Holly sleeping in, that is. For the question posed, Fayt's sister didn't even give him time to answer. Holly disappeared for another few minutes, coming back dressed like she would be on any normal day in the inn. Her hair had been swiped up into a swift and untidy ponytail, but, besides that, she easily slipped into a state of consciousness that she wouldn't have been in if she had woken up properly other than being startled awake. Instead, Holly paced her way around the room, thinking of what she needed to clean and the like. "We have breakfast? Oh, okay, good," Holly smiled teasingly as she stole the piece of bread in Fayt's hand. Before he could say anything about it, Holly was far enough away to get a proper head-start should she need to run. "What do you want? Dusting, sweeping, mopping? I'm fine with anything."★ I conformed...
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Post by Fayt Devanti on Sept 8, 2013 21:40:39 GMT -6
He had toast, once. It had been good toast, just the right amount of brown on both sides, the crust crunchy without being so dry that they stuck in the throat. One side had borne the lightest coating of butter, just enough to give it a gleam under the light and a hint of creamy saltiness to accent the wheat of the bread itself. And then his sister had ruined everything by eating it. She was such a jerk. "Good morning to you too," he said, a faintest grumble to his words as he glared at Holly and, more importantly, his toast. She was gutsy for a midget. And she had his toast. He was going to remember this for a long time and she was never going to live it down. What was the point of being an older brother if you couldn't make your younger sister miserable at least once a week? Sighing, he ran his hand through his bangs and looked around before gesturing around the room. "Uh, if I get first choice, I'll take dusting." He was the tallest of the three of them, so he'd be able to reach even the corners were wall met ceiling without a chair in most places. "Wynter loses so you pick whichever of the other two you want, and he can get the last one. Though I'd make him mop as punishment for being late. It's harder."★ holly devanti, wynter shea
★ one day we will all dress alike as well |
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Post by Holly Devanti on Sept 9, 2013 0:25:21 GMT -6
"Mmm... All right," Holly nodded, nibbling on the stolen treat. Even if Fayt didn't normally cook meals, she would admit to him making good toast. From one of the various closets, she retrieved the broom and dustpan. A mischievous smile tugged at her lips. "We'll give Wynter that punishment because he needs that every once in a while," She made a face for a second before continuing, "And, besides, I have to sweep before he can do anything, so he'd be waiting here anyway." She leaned against the broom, grinning at her brother. "But, you know, that also means that you have to dust first. That way I can get all the dust that falls on the ground," Holly chimed. Thoughtfully, she added, "Buuut, I suppose since you didn't make a big fuss about the toast, then, after this, I'll make pancakes. With anything you want in them. Sound good?" That was one thing she had perfected over the years. Pancakes. Because they were worth it. Without asking Fayt if he wanted help, Holly went about dusting, too, just for the sake of getting cleaning done faster. Because, deep down, she knew it would be wrong to watch her brother do the dusting all by himself, even if they were dividing up the responsibilities. A tragedy, really. Plus, it was better if she tried making up for the toast as fast as possible. As much fun as it is doing it, there were consequences when it came to Fayt. Wynter? No, she could do a lot and get away with it. "I'm surprised. I thought you'd be at the forge and leaving us with the cleaning chores. And by us, I mean Wynter, because I'm good at convincing him to do that stuff," She chuckled. ★ Do I need to get a tattoo too?
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Post by Fayt Devanti on Sept 9, 2013 11:33:36 GMT -6
"Oh, come on, I'm not that bad," Fayt said with a laugh as he picked up a rag and began dusting up near the ceilings, getting rid of the cobwebs that had gathered in the corners since last Autumn. "Besides, honestly, I'd rather be here cleaning than hauling huge chunks of iron into a fire and then hitting it repeatedly with a hammer."
Of course, that wasn't the important matter at hand, here. What was? Well, the fact that she had offered pancakes, of course. Turning to look at her, he raised an eyebrow before smiling. "Also? Blueberry." Yeah, that was going to be good. He could make normal pancakes, but the moment he tried to add in any ingredients, they all sank to the bottom and burned. That made for terrible, terrible pancakes. Turning his attention back to the task at hand, he couldn't help grinning to himself. "Well, you know why you're so good at convincing him to do stuff, don't you? Little heartbreaker." Did he approve of Wynter and his sister? ...well, he liked Wynter, sure. He was his best friend, and Fayt would go so far as to say that he loved him like a brother, and he was a better choice for Holly than a lot of the young men in town, but... Well, Holly was his sister. No one would be getting through him easily, not even his best friend. ★ holly devanti, wynter shea
★ yes. one on the side of your neck. or maybe the back of your hand.
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Post by Wynter Shea on Sept 9, 2013 12:54:53 GMT -6
If there was one thing that came the hardest in being the one to inherit the inn, it was the getting up at dawn. He had pulled himself out of bed barely conscious when the time had come, wanting nothing more than to curl back into the covers of the bed that still radiated the warmth left over from his body. That wish, however, would go unfulfilled as he dressed and staggered his way out of the room. After stopping by the kitchen, orange now in hand with fingers pulling back the peel, he made his way to the porch at the back of the inn where the sounds of two familiar voices carried. "Did someone say pancakes?" His voice spoke up as Wynter stopped where Fayt and Holly were standing, letting his eyes adjust as he came from the shadow of the home they shared. He was clad in a simple set of loose pants and short sleeved tunic. His hair still had a slight unkempt appearance, fingers having been run threw to straighten out any tangles formed during the night. "Good morning." Tearing at part of the orange to peel a slice out, a bite of the sweet and tangy fruit was taken, Wynter looking between both Fayt and Holly. "Did anyone pick what they wanted to do yet?"Cleaning for the spring was always a big task that required a lot to be done, and he had been the last out onto the porch this morning... ★ fayt and holly
★ triple conformity power!
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Post by Holly Devanti on Sept 9, 2013 22:16:15 GMT -6
"You mean hauling chunks of iron and hitting it with a hammer isn't fun?" Holly chuckled, removing a spiderweb and carefully placing the spider who had made it's home there outside with an apology added on. The rest of the dusting went on uneventfully with thoughts of making blueberry pancakes afterward, until Fayt made a comment that stumped her. Holly paused for a moment and looked over at the male, raising an eyebrow at him. "Um... Am I supposed to know the answer to that?" Maybe she should have pushed that away as just teasing coming from her brother, but the words caught her only too well. And, speak of the devil, Wynter appeared. Holly almost toppled off of the chair she had been standing on when his voice hit her ears. If he had heard talk about pancakes, what else had he caught? "Yeah! I'm making pancakes after this and, sir, you are late! So don't go startling people when they're on chairs! Oh, you get to mop because you're late, so have fun." She flashed a smile over her shoulder. ★ Um... No tattoo for me
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Post by Fayt Devanti on Sept 10, 2013 10:21:29 GMT -6
Holly's confusion only served to amuse Fayt, causing him to laugh out loud and shake his head. Poor Wynter, after such an oblivious girl that he Clearly Wasn't After. "Morning," he said, his voice still laced with amusement as he glanced back at Wynter. "I got dusting, she got sweeping, so you get stuck with mopping." That one really was the worst job, because not only did you have to wait for everyone else to finish, you also had to do the task that took the longest. It was also hard to have someone help you with it because you ended up mopping each other into corners. "So I guess you're off the hook out here until both of us are done."
He hopped down, dragged the chair a bit, and got back up to dust another corner. "And yes, Holly stole my toast, and her penance for that is the creation of pancakes."★ holly devanti, wynter shea
★ spoil sport.
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Post by Wynter Shea on Sept 10, 2013 16:10:34 GMT -6
Thankfully for Holly it seemed that the heartbreaker comment had slipped by him entirely, no doubt in thanks to the sleep-induced haze that lingered over him. The orange in his hand was helping him wake up, and the grogginess was already beginning to lift. It was the start of the season and time to get to work, but doing it together made it all the more gratifying. "Sorry, sorry." Wynter grinned back at Holly and moved over to the closet by the kitchen that held the mop, scrub brush, and bucket that he would be using. It wasn't the easiest or the most fun of all the jobs, and meant that he would both be mopping and getting on his hands and knees to give the floor a good scrubbing. It was probably for the best he had dressed appropriately already. "Holly is never going to stop stealing your toast. You should just start making two." The now ready buckets of water, one with soap water and one with just water, were set off the the side. Wynter sat up on the railing of the porch to keep out of the way while his two closest friends worked to sweep and dust. "Pancakes for penance is the best, after all. I'll take blueberries for mine if we don't have raspberries."His fingers worked at the peel of the orange, separating another piece to bring it up and take a bite. "You know, the weather will be getting warmer soon. We should go to the beach when we get the chance."★ fayt and holly
★ now I am hungry give me pancakes now
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Post by Holly Devanti on Sept 11, 2013 23:40:52 GMT -6
"If you make two, I'll just eat two," Holly grinned mischievously, rubbing her stomach with her free hand and licking her lips. The expression stayed the same as she looked at Wynter. "And what makes you think I'm making you pancakes? Silly Wynter, you don't get to request pancake flavors if you weren't here during my offer." And why were all of these boys so intent on fruit in their pancakes? Oh no, she was going to put white and milk chocolate in hers. Deciding to get off the chair before hurting herself again, Holly got the dust off the railings and other places that were probably easier for her than the boys. There were several times that she was happy for her size. Unfortunately, that ended pretty quickly with a midget joke from Fayt or Wynter just lurking around the corner. She beamed at the mention of the beach. "Hey yeah! I've been wanting to try surfing or something like that! If it's good weather and waves are good, we should do that," Holly chimed in excitedly. "Or volleyball, because I can take you both down in that." ★ I would freakin' love some pancakes. Hiero, make me some.
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Post by Fayt Devanti on Sept 14, 2013 12:39:00 GMT -6
"It should be warm enough to go to the beach in a few days," Fayt said with a nod as he hopped down from the chair and moved to the edge of the porch, flicking the dust towel a few times and sending cobwebs and other nastiness out into the back yard where it could float on the breeze and irritate someone's allergies. "I mean, Spring just started, so we'll have all of this season and Summer. But I definitely agree, we should do that." It had been a long time since he had actually been to the beach. Sadly, Holly probably could beat both of them in volleyball. ...provided Fayt didn't cheat. Which he probably would. "How about this, then. One day when I'm off from the forge, we'll go to the beach with a picnic and have lunch out there. We can go swimming, play volleyball, build sandcastles, whatever else. Maybe even break a watermelon." They had an ice cream maker, so some homemade ice cream would be a good idea. He was certain their parents wouldn't have a problem with it, either. "Okay, room dusted. Sweep, ye sweeping wench," he said, holding his fingers out at Holly and wiggling them in her direction, prepared to duck her dustcloth if she threw it at him. ★ holly devanti, wynter shea
★ ha ha no.
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Post by Wynter Shea on Sept 14, 2013 17:04:53 GMT -6
If it was anyone else, he was sure the first thing the fiery fair-haired blonde would have done was chuck the nearest object at the person she was talking to. It was Fayt, this time, yet he was not sure that was much better. No one escaped the wrath of Holly once she had picked her target. He had been at the end of that quite a bit growing up. Thankfully, it seemed Fayt was prepared for the worst. It wouldn't take much to escape from the porch if he really needed to. "That sounds great," Wynter nodded with a smile, offering his hand out with the peeled orange once Fayt was once shaking off the towel. "What days do you have off from the forge this time around? I don't think Holly and I will have any trouble getting away from the inn for a while."A watermelon wouldn't be too hard to get, and they could pick up anything they wanted to take from the market as well. It was really something to look forward to. ★ fayt and holly
★ yes wench, do all the work >3
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Post by Holly Devanti on Sept 20, 2013 13:09:58 GMT -6
Despite the thoughts that the boys had about what Holly would do, she calmly went about taking the dust clothes from everyone and putting them with the laundry to be cleaned later. From there, she snatched the broom from the closet and went to sweeping like the good... wench... she was. She didn't say anything about the day out at the beach save for a nod about something here and there. As the last of the sweeping went about, Holly gained a small smile and, at the very last sweep, Holly spun around smacked her brother with the broom. The second swing went to Wynter, swift as the first one. She shoved the broom into Fayt's hand before taking a step back. "Guys, look how much of a mess you've made," Holly frowned and shook her head. "Looks like you got some cleaning up to do... What do they say? Sweep, ye sweeping wench." She giggled, waving and running back into the inn before either one of them could stop her. After all, she had pancakes to make! There was no time to lose to make those. ★ All of you are just dying to get swatted.
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