Post by Rhett Jones on Nov 20, 2016 1:51:50 GMT
If the dorms were Rhett’s home and the entirely of campus his second, then the kitchen had to be his third home. He burst in with leaves still in his hair and on his person from raking up the mess the trees left all over the pathways and grass. People might’ve though otherwise, but Rhett was actually very much aware of (most of) them. Regardless he headed for the kitchen first without stopping to pluck the leaves off.
“Bo~” He sang out with a wide grin and arms outstretched as though he were making a grand entrance. Dramatics aside, he headed further in to find his brother and give him a good-natured slap on the shoulder. “If it ain’t my favorite lil' brother an’ talented lil’ cook.” Immediately after that he found the nearest trash can and started removing some of the leaves. They seemed attracted to him like magnets, only a lot more delicate and crumbly.
“I jus’ so happened to be in the neighborhood an’ I though I’d drop by to see ya.” Rhett said with an innocent tone and a sweet smile. One that he was pretty sure his brother would see easily through, but he loved playing anyways. Especially when he wanted something. “An’ now that I’m here, would it be too much trouble if ya could find it in the depths of your heart to give your brother somethin’ to eat?” Rhett posed the question with puppy-dog eyes. “I figure such a kind person like yo’self wouldn’t find it too hard. Groundskeepin’ is mighty hungry work after all. ‘Specially to keep such a place like this all prim an’ proper durin' the fall."