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Room 420; Sunday [10/14].
Oct. 14th, 2018 07:25 amArriving back to the island, Sidon discovered that the holiday had stirred up inside of him a great deal of mixed and somewhat confused, though not at all bad, feelings. He was eager to be back, of course; he had promised Mipha that he would enjoy himself and he had, and now it was time to fulfill the other promises he had made, to keep diligently improving himself and fighting and striving forward so that, when the time came to rise against Calamity Ganon again, he'd be ready. The distraction that Greece had provided had been...spectacular. And potent. Even just thinking back on the week idly managed to produce its own distraction of considerable effectiveness, a small smile brightening his face unconsciously, his mind already wandering off into trying to think of the best way to thank Vette for being such wonderful company.
(Despite the fact, of course, that it was he who providing the tour and the breakfast and the swimming lessons. Middling, minor details, really).
But he couldn't think about that now. He had to get his mind back into business mode, back into the task at hand, the reason he was here, to learn, to strengthen himself, to be better. And he'd already decided that he would channel that into getting back into regular fighting form with his weapons almost as soon as he landed back in Fandom. Though it was very clear to him last night that a more important task needed to be tackled first...
His tank. A week away without use or upkeep was no good for his tank at all, so it would seem that his Sunday would be dedicated to the all-important task of cleaning, maintaining, and refilling the darned thing, which was certainly an all-day event that, at the very least, proved to be another effective distraction, not just from the visiting specter of his long-gone sister but also from the more recent, much warmer specter of longing for the bright Mediterranean Sea.
[[ expecting one, but door and post are open! ]]
(Despite the fact, of course, that it was he who providing the tour and the breakfast and the swimming lessons. Middling, minor details, really).
But he couldn't think about that now. He had to get his mind back into business mode, back into the task at hand, the reason he was here, to learn, to strengthen himself, to be better. And he'd already decided that he would channel that into getting back into regular fighting form with his weapons almost as soon as he landed back in Fandom. Though it was very clear to him last night that a more important task needed to be tackled first...
His tank. A week away without use or upkeep was no good for his tank at all, so it would seem that his Sunday would be dedicated to the all-important task of cleaning, maintaining, and refilling the darned thing, which was certainly an all-day event that, at the very least, proved to be another effective distraction, not just from the visiting specter of his long-gone sister but also from the more recent, much warmer specter of longing for the bright Mediterranean Sea.
[[ expecting one, but door and post are open! ]]
