BLOOD TO GO AROUND / open, weekly tasks 7/8

Bell didn't know who this was, or why they were yelling at him to get a task. He knew he should probably get a grasp of what was happening though. The boy trotted up on bruised limbs, coming to a stop in front of the trembling Malphas. It made him feel a little better about his own weakness, but he wouldn't say that aloud. Bell wasn't too good at predicting how others would respond to the stuff he said, but something told him that Malphas wouldn't take too kindly to his nervousness being mentioned. "What's a, uh, weekly task?" Bell asked instead, his gentle voice blending in to the background noise. Hopefully the other had heard him, because Bell would only repeat himself or speak up when hell froze over.

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