14.Dec.19, 04:49 PM
For the Secret Santa event: I don't think it's supposed to look like that / do it yourself if you're such an expert
He was fairly confident he could blame his mother for Ameris asking him to tag along to Benden to lend a hand and his critical eye for setting up the leadership’s offices and even their personal weyr. It just seemed very Alcynnia-like to make sure her son wasn’t lazing around all day and was actually being a productive member of society. Kordiavis assumed he had been avoiding her and the public at large too much and this was her payback, though he didn’t ask Ameris for confirmation.
He surprisingly only agreed, not giving the Weyrwoman any sass or listing all the reasons why he didn’t want to do it. She clearly caught him too soon after waking to properly think straight and his poor brain decided agreeing was the path of least resistance. Now, several hours later, he was playing interior decorator for a couple he barely knew and only knew their tastes based on the pile of furniture and decorations he was standing by.
Not much had really been done in the offices since one could only do so much with the staple pieces of desk, chairs, and shelves. But their personal weyr was another matter. Why were they even entrusting him with the task instead of making it their home by setting it up how they wanted? Probably because they were setting up an entire Weyr the way they wanted and didn’t have time to think about the throw rug.
Not actually having any idea with how to start, Kordiavis shoved the larger pieces of furniture together in the centre of the room and then tossed some of the furs over them to get them out of the way so he wouldn’t trip when he paced back and forth with various objects. He smirked as he noticed the little fort it created and wondered if he could get away with calling that the finished product, saying he had their young kids in mind. Probably not but that’s how it would stay for the moment as he focused on the eating area and dragging the table over to what he decided might be a decent spot for the time being.
He was fairly confident he could blame his mother for Ameris asking him to tag along to Benden to lend a hand and his critical eye for setting up the leadership’s offices and even their personal weyr. It just seemed very Alcynnia-like to make sure her son wasn’t lazing around all day and was actually being a productive member of society. Kordiavis assumed he had been avoiding her and the public at large too much and this was her payback, though he didn’t ask Ameris for confirmation.
He surprisingly only agreed, not giving the Weyrwoman any sass or listing all the reasons why he didn’t want to do it. She clearly caught him too soon after waking to properly think straight and his poor brain decided agreeing was the path of least resistance. Now, several hours later, he was playing interior decorator for a couple he barely knew and only knew their tastes based on the pile of furniture and decorations he was standing by.
Not much had really been done in the offices since one could only do so much with the staple pieces of desk, chairs, and shelves. But their personal weyr was another matter. Why were they even entrusting him with the task instead of making it their home by setting it up how they wanted? Probably because they were setting up an entire Weyr the way they wanted and didn’t have time to think about the throw rug.
Not actually having any idea with how to start, Kordiavis shoved the larger pieces of furniture together in the centre of the room and then tossed some of the furs over them to get them out of the way so he wouldn’t trip when he paced back and forth with various objects. He smirked as he noticed the little fort it created and wondered if he could get away with calling that the finished product, saying he had their young kids in mind. Probably not but that’s how it would stay for the moment as he focused on the eating area and dragging the table over to what he decided might be a decent spot for the time being.