Whistle While You Work [Open/Active]

[gorgeousgiselle]

Characters: Giselle, open to anyone at the Strand or visiting the Strand
Content: Giselle starts her own New Years tradition of cleaning up the house before the New Year arrives
Location: The Strand 2.0
Time: Late Morning
Warnings: None

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Fakir was glad that the food supply wasn't nearby; he liked the exercise of walking in the cold, crisp city (even if one had to be on the lookout for the little monsters that roamed the streets) and the time to be by himself and enjoy the company of his own thoughts. There was much to think about lately, primarily the idea he'd had of a holiday gift for Ahiru (a bit late now, but he knew she wouldn't mind).

Arriving back at the hotel with the boxes containing their food kits for the week in his arms (and very much hoping they didn't include any kind of poultry), Fakir hesitated as he saw Giselle rolling up the rugs. He wasn't sure what she was doing (cleaning, maybe?, but it wouldn't be polite to not at least offer assistance.

He put the food kits down a nearby table, and silently came to help her roll up one of the larger ones.

[gorgeousgiselle]

Giselle was so involved with her task she didn't know someone had entered the room until the task of moving the rug suddenly became easier. She looked up and over at Fakir, "Oh! Hello Fakir...thank you for helping."

The rug was quickly moved out of the way, "Would you like helping me with some of the furniture? I think the couch will be the hardest part to move but I just know no one has cleaned under there since we got here." Despite being neighbors with the boy Giselle hadn't been able to speak with him much, perhaps she'd get to be friends with him while they cleaned.

[huff_puff_wolf]

Wolf stepped into the living room with a curious smile on his face. He was doing quiet well, all things considered. There were food rations, no one crazy had attacked their home for awhile, the monster seemed to be hibernating...post apocalyptic Manahttan didn't get much better than that. He spotted Giselle, and his grin grew. "Oooh, what're you up to in here?"

Well of course, that was obvious. Wolf never was much one for cleaning. He kept himself clean fine (because a good appearance was always a must) but extending that to his living space was generally more work than he wanted to expend. Of course, since being married to Giselle he'd started doing it more often, just because Giselle always liked things clean and the self-help books had said that one of the best ways to keep a successful marriage was to express interest in your spouse's interests.

And then he spotted Fakir, the little duckling's friend. He still wasn't quite sure what terms he was on with Fakir, all things considered, and offered him a small wave. "Rrrr, hell

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"All right." Fakir came to start moving some of the furniture Giselle had indicated, clearing the spaces beneath them. "You don't need to do this all by yourself, you know. I'm sure the whole building would help." Not that he was complaining about being roped in. He tended to be fairly fastidious about cleaning as well.

He glanced up at the sound of Wolf's voice--ah, him--and nodded a hello in return, going back to inching one of the couches off to the side.