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[kisstheprince]

[Despite having a million a lot of classes, Eric had been spending the majority of his time during the weekends to assist with the rebuilding of the Arts Building. Currently he was outside and sawing away a piece of wood that would serve as new support for the stair railing (there were a pile of equally cut pieces on the ground next to him

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(NERD ACTION - OTA) (1/2)

[giftoftongues]

[Guess who was also a busy bee? Mr. Milo Thatch, of course. He had a lot on his academic plate as well, but that didn't stop him from helping where people needed him. Currently he was inside of the building, a respite from the sun, looking for Lottie's dancing studio so he could retrieve the picture she requested.

Thankfully, the side her studio was on wasn't completely ruined by the fire so it was easy for him to make his way there and snag the frame from the top of the shelf.] Yes! Another victory for Milo Thatch. [He pulled out his communicator as he walked out of her studio, looking rather pleased with himself as he paged Lottie and held the picture up to the video display for her.]

Hiya! I found--

(SOMEONE RESCUE THIS MAN FROM HIMSELF.) (2/2)

[giftoftongues]

-- WAUGH!

[When will Milo ever learn to watch where he's going? So proud of his minor accomplishment that he forgot to be careful around the weak spots in the floor. He stepped down on one and CRASHED through, straight up to his hips, in splintered wood.

The communicator and picture frame went skidding across the floor as his arms instinctively flew out to grab the floor and keep himself from dropping through the basement. The dust and ash came up and tickled his nose, adding to his dizziness and threatening to make him sneeze. He valiantly held it because one wrong movement and he could end up jostling what little support he had left.]

O-Oh... oh... oh great.

[He winced from the pain in his leg and arms as he rose his voice]

H-Help?!

IGNORE ANY TYPOS OR ELSE :|

[blamemeforit]

[Have Sinbad, who just happened to be creeping scoping out what was left of the dance studio. He was going to be teaching here, so he didn't see any problem with him checking it out.

He pats his dog, Spike's, head and only tenses at the loud thud from the dancing studio. He quickly paces to the room, making sure to watch his footing, while Spike happily runs ahead and licks Milo right across the face.

Sinbad stays back, holding the picture in his hand before looking over and smiling.]

Well you've gotten yourself in quite the predicament.

[He smiles and offers a hand.]

MY HERO <3

[giftoftongues]

Erg--! [He flinched when he was 'attacked' by dog-slobber. As gross as it was, at least the dog wasn't trying to bite his head off.]

Y-Yeah. Oh, hey. Thanks. [He blinked owlishly from behind his large glasses, and reached up to grasp the hand of the unfamiliar man.] Does he belong to you? [The dog, that is.]

[merelyaladdin]

[As bright as it was, the spring sunshine was nowhere near as warn as the desert in Agrabah. Aladdin worked with enthusiasm, pleased to be doing something practical and useful. He grinned at Eric when he paused in his work.]

Want something to drink?

[kisstheprince]

Oh yeah, that's a great idea! [He perked right up at the sound of something to drink, especially if that something was ice cold.] You know what else sounds really good? Ice cream.

[merelyaladdin]

Ice cream sounds even better! Come on!

[kisstheprince]

Right behind you! [Ice cream break! 8D]

[action!]

[a_talking_dug]

[Dug is among the crowd as well, carrying buckets of whatever between his teeth as instructed.

HE IS HELPFUL.

...yes.]

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[kisstheprince]

[A dog! While Max had met Dug, Eric hadn't had the pleasure. So he was just tickled pink when Dug came over with the fresh batch of nails he needed.]

Wow! Aren't you a smart one? Thank you! [He pet Dug's head fondly as reward.]