Post by Chousen on Sept 22, 2017 17:51:43 GMT
"Proper etiquette and manners were among the first things my master managed to teach me, ha." He felt a little proud at the fact that his manners were being recognized. Not many did, surprisingly. It was always a quiet kind of acknowledgement that he in a way loathed. He put in the effort to be civil and kind to others when he could, and they answered by their usual bravado without even notifying him of the fact that he was actually succeeding with his attempts at politeness. Even the lightest form of acknowledgement could carry someone like him quite far.
"Thank you for the pillow. Please, rest well." Chousen bows his head, but doesn't go to rest just yet. He quietly waddles over to his raft and checks on it one more time, taking notice of the fact that it'd drifted a little from its position. Nothing under it could've moved it, and he was fairly sure that the wavers never quite reached it, so he found the matter quite odd. He tamped on the shaky structure a few more times just to make sure that it wouldn't drift away during his sleep before then making his way back to where the two others had placed themselves. While he could just ask for help in building a new one if the old one was destroyed, that'd be rude.
He did what he always did when he fell asleep: he unsheathed his shinai and left it next to him, laying himself down onto the sand and getting comfortable. He didn't remove his helmet or any of the armor, possibly due to lacking a sense of privacy, tail curling up a little bit as he got comfortable. Sleeping on the sand would be a little bit weird at first, but he eventually got a good hang of it and begun to drift to sleep as he watched the stars, counting them as his own way of easing the inevitable fall. Sleep came and took him slowly, cradling him peacefully. Sleep well.
LAZARUS CARTER
"Thank you for the pillow. Please, rest well." Chousen bows his head, but doesn't go to rest just yet. He quietly waddles over to his raft and checks on it one more time, taking notice of the fact that it'd drifted a little from its position. Nothing under it could've moved it, and he was fairly sure that the wavers never quite reached it, so he found the matter quite odd. He tamped on the shaky structure a few more times just to make sure that it wouldn't drift away during his sleep before then making his way back to where the two others had placed themselves. While he could just ask for help in building a new one if the old one was destroyed, that'd be rude.
He did what he always did when he fell asleep: he unsheathed his shinai and left it next to him, laying himself down onto the sand and getting comfortable. He didn't remove his helmet or any of the armor, possibly due to lacking a sense of privacy, tail curling up a little bit as he got comfortable. Sleeping on the sand would be a little bit weird at first, but he eventually got a good hang of it and begun to drift to sleep as he watched the stars, counting them as his own way of easing the inevitable fall. Sleep came and took him slowly, cradling him peacefully. Sleep well.
LAZARUS CARTER
