Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13593058-20161118220227/@comment-27743663-20161119002408

Taking a sip of steaming his steaming tea, Ghim let out a deep, content hum that shook his chest, warmth spreading through it as the tea eased downwards. Hearing a bell ring from a distance, he reached over and pulled a rope at his side, which then pulled several connected ropes that lead to the sound of pouring water in the back.

Having a pulley system for just about every function in his house really was convenient, now he could sit and drink tea as his herbs were watered with just a simple tug. Taking another sip of his tea, he wondered what he'd do today to pass the time. Looking over at his coat-hanger, he could see his hung up shawl and mask, thinking about heading out and seeing if there was any missions nearby. No, it felt too early to go out. He just got back recently, so he wanted to enjoy it for at least one more day before heading out.

Though, he had to admit, while it was relaxing, it was also excruciatingly boring just sitting there and drinking tea. That was always the issues with days-offs. That and getting news from the Cult late. Reflecting a bit on that, he couldn't help but snort as he thought of the Cult's goals. There was hardly any way it held merit, though he had to admire the sheer cunning of it. It wasn't like he was any different anyway. probably why he'd stuck around for so long. Smirking a bit to himself, he entertained the thought of maybe aiming for the head of it all. Would certainly get him recognition and power, though the first and most obvious of that problem was simple.

Selena.

That hurdle was a tad too large for him to entertain the idea any further, much to his chagrin. Well, whatever. It's not like he wasn't content where he was now. And he was going to get Selena one day, he was sure of it. He just needed to keep practicing and figure out how.