38 - [Action]
[Since the failed attempt to move out and assert his own independence, Ceodore's been in a funk. Housemates have probably found him nigh on to impossible to live with, since he's been in non-stop brooding mode. Not that he's trying to be a sulky brat, he just really needed some time to think things out. What he's not telling anyone is that it taps his issues with feeling inferior and incapable, not to mention being forever tied as an extension of his family and nothing more. None of that he's going to verbalize.
Something's up though, since he's awake and out the door before Selphie. That never happens. His first stop of the day to go by the clinic. It's really time he contributes in some way and he's just not the sort for New Feather duty. So the medical folks should expect to find one eager and willing volunteer at the door first thing in the morning.
When he gets back to the house, it's with a newfound source of determination. How hard can it be to clean? After all, girls do it all the time! He'll just prove that he's able to handle that mundane stuff and get Selphie un-mad at him. Except he's got no bloody clue what he's doing. His attempts at picking up laundry involve him trying to scoot under the bed for stray socks, bumping his head on the frame, kicking the dresser on the way out and effectively knocking over half the furniture in the painful flailing that follows. Somehow, the room looks worse than when he started.
Next up is the attempt at cooking. Oil, meat, frying. How difficult can this possibly be? Except the oil spatters, hits the heat and bursts into flame. He panics, reaches for water and throws it on the hot grease, sending it flying everywhere and causing the fire to spread. Enjoy the tongues of flame and smoke pouring out of the kitchen while he desperately tries to put it out.]
Something's up though, since he's awake and out the door before Selphie. That never happens. His first stop of the day to go by the clinic. It's really time he contributes in some way and he's just not the sort for New Feather duty. So the medical folks should expect to find one eager and willing volunteer at the door first thing in the morning.
When he gets back to the house, it's with a newfound source of determination. How hard can it be to clean? After all, girls do it all the time! He'll just prove that he's able to handle that mundane stuff and get Selphie un-mad at him. Except he's got no bloody clue what he's doing. His attempts at picking up laundry involve him trying to scoot under the bed for stray socks, bumping his head on the frame, kicking the dresser on the way out and effectively knocking over half the furniture in the painful flailing that follows. Somehow, the room looks worse than when he started.
Next up is the attempt at cooking. Oil, meat, frying. How difficult can this possibly be? Except the oil spatters, hits the heat and bursts into flame. He panics, reaches for water and throws it on the hot grease, sending it flying everywhere and causing the fire to spread. Enjoy the tongues of flame and smoke pouring out of the kitchen while he desperately tries to put it out.]