Another day, another day at the park. A place the young boy was finding a distressing amount of his time was being spent when he wasn't at the Academy, especially as the weather started to warm. But it wasn't time spent enjoying himself, but instead stuck in a loop of all work and no play. And hard work at that, at least for a boy who was disinclined towards menial labor like the boy currently trudging along a bucket of soil and flower buds. Thankfully living in the Village in the Rain meant never having to water the plants that decorated the peaceful garden, but the summer flowers didn't just pop out of nowhere, they needed planted. And the young student was the behind the scenes force, helping keep the esthetic everyone expected. At least, when he was cornered at home on one of his assigned days. Wasting away his youth as his freetime was treated as something to be used instead of enjoyed, these fleeting hours trapped here until dinner time, after which he could do what he wanted. Adults stink...
And his viewpoint would only get reinforced when he got to one of the flowerbeds by the pond to see crumpled buds and flattened grass. Someone had been careless, and somehow or another managed to damage some of the flowers he'd JUST PLANTED only a few hours ago. Now, he'd have to take them out and replace them. And the frustration boiled over, dropping the bucket and kicking it. Then he'd ripp the damaged flowers out and threw them into the pond, knowing he'd have to fish them out later. But for now he'd walk away, going on break, and looking like a vandal himself in the process.
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