WHAT DID YOU DO | weekly tasks 4/09 - 4/15

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☀️ — and till the end you're my very best friend

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Weekly tasks! It'd been... a long time since Pierce had gotten a chance to hold these - or, probably -, and he was, honestly, quite excited about it. He was finally integrating himself into the clan, growing comfortable with the idea of this being his new home. Once Clementine and Riddlersgame arrived, everything would be perfect. For now, he'd just have to wait it out and try to make himself as happy and comfortable as possible without them, and this was a good way to start. With a faint smile on his lips, the serval stepped into the center of camp, taking a seat as he glanced around. "Ah- hey! Come over here if you'd like a weekly task," he called softly, his tail waving in what could almost be considered excitement. At least this was something he knew how to do, right?

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Jacob's ears perked when he heard Pierce's voice ring out, calling for weekly tasks. He'd talked to the serval a few times and he seemed nice. He seemed like he'd be a good friend. Maybe he'd invite him over sometime to have dinner or bake cookies or paint together or something. It'd be nice to spend some time with someone who wasn't Jersey for a little bit. "I'll take one, if ya' don' mind," the boy stated as he moved forward with a wide smile. His leg hadn't been doing so well today but that was all he could complain about. Otherwise, he'd spend most of the day doing things he loved, like baking and eating spaghetti. The paranoia that'd followed him here had ebbed away, at least for now.

★ though the scars remain and tears will never dry, i'll bless my homeland til i die ━

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Another week, another round of weekly tasks, only this time around she wasn't the one handing them out. The fluffy white pup skipped on over as soon as she had heard Pierce's call. She was excited to receive a task this week unlike last time; although she did suppose that giving out weekly tasks sort of was her weekly task in a way. Coming to a halt, Ivy found herself locking her sapphire blue gaze upon the serval, nodding in determination. She always loved getting something to do that was fun, or helpful in some sort of way. It kept the child busy, so that she didn't get herself into trouble, but still felt like she was having a good time. "I'll take one, please!" Ivy woofed, her tone just as enthusiastic and full of energy as usual as she tried to keep herself sitting still while waiting to hear what Pierce was about to assign her to do.