Gansey was utterly hopeless at all things cleaning and cleaning related, that was obvious to anyone with eyes after about twenty seconds of observing him work. He was... Attempting was a generous term, but attempting was the word, so attempt he did to dust some shelves. Every object he picked up was thoroughly inspected, tapped with the duster in his hand, and placed haphazardly on the shelf where he certainly had not picked it up from, dust still mostly intact.
He was obviously more interested in the objects themselves than the task he was failing to accomplish. He had a pair of wire frame glasses perched low on his nose, rather juxtaposed to the cleanly pressed polo and chinos he wore. One might wonder if he'd ever done a chore before in his life. It probably wouldn't surprise anyone to find out that the answer was no, he had not.
Entirely oblivious to his rather lacklustre performance, he was fully involved in his investigations of each item, and was not likely to notice anyone else working or passing by his little bubble. Was there anyone who felt the urge to approach the young man about his poor dusting? Or would he be left to his own devices.
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Richard Campell Gansey III (just Gansey) ~ The Raven Cycle
Date: 25 Aug 2024 21:53 (UTC)Gansey was utterly hopeless at all things cleaning and cleaning related, that was obvious to anyone with eyes after about twenty seconds of observing him work. He was... Attempting was a generous term, but attempting was the word, so attempt he did to dust some shelves. Every object he picked up was thoroughly inspected, tapped with the duster in his hand, and placed haphazardly on the shelf where he certainly had not picked it up from, dust still mostly intact.
He was obviously more interested in the objects themselves than the task he was failing to accomplish. He had a pair of wire frame glasses perched low on his nose, rather juxtaposed to the cleanly pressed polo and chinos he wore. One might wonder if he'd ever done a chore before in his life. It probably wouldn't surprise anyone to find out that the answer was no, he had not.
Entirely oblivious to his rather lacklustre performance, he was fully involved in his investigations of each item, and was not likely to notice anyone else working or passing by his little bubble. Was there anyone who felt the urge to approach the young man about his poor dusting? Or would he be left to his own devices.