Valiant Village: Central Plaza
It didn't take long for the Keckleon brother to join him, and soon enough the Zorua was showed asside to where a sign laid on the ground. The Keckleon explained how he wanted it to look like, and that he didn't have the time to paint it on his own. Milton nodded to this as he knew how important it was for the Keckleon that his sign looked just right. Then Milton got to painting as soon as he was able too, it took him some time to only color Keckleon's name at the sign and he had to be extra careful not to spill any pain on the sign itself or his fur as he knew it would be very difficult to get rid of it... so one could say it was the perfect task for Milton who usually did everything hasty, now he was quite much forced to concentrate for a very long time and be careful or he would mess up and it wouldn't turn out well.
Milton took this job very seriously however, as did he with all guild jobs. Because he knew that he, even as a junior member represented the Guild as a whole, and that his efforts shown here, was very important as it would show the whole guilds effort. If he didn't take it seriously and the sign turned out bad it would be a big sign that said that the whole guild was bad and didn't take their jobs seriously, thus it was an important job, a very important one even if he had gotten it from his mother. Even Milton's own mother could be seen as a client in this case, even if the reward was to not be beheaded for staying out late and showing that he indeed was a worthy member. He took as long as he needed to get the sign just right, not caring if it would take him hours to do so.
Because Milton knew, that once he stepped away from that sign and called it done... there was no going back. As Spirit or some older member once had told him, that you cannot regret the stroke of a pencil nor a move launched at an opponent in battle. It was a very wise saying, meaning that he had to be considerate of his actions. Once Miltion was done however, he stepped back and looked at the sign as a whole. It filled him with pride to say to himself that the sign actually turned out better than he had thought, even if he certainly had stained his fur with paint and that he would need a bath later he actually felt pride that he haden't fluked the job. He then went to tell the Keckleon that he was done, and the sign itself would be the result he had to show for it.
"Keckleon Sir... I'm Finished" he would say with a smile.
Milton was sure that Keckleon probably hadn't expected such a good result from a kid, and that perhaps he even had a backup plan if the worst would happen... yet now he couldn't complain about anything, Milton had sincerely done a very good job. Milton got praised for his efforts, and as a bonus he could actually get off work now to go wash his fur, that meant he had most of the rest of the day to play or do something he actually wanted... so that was actually quite great. Yet he knew that Spirit wanted to see them at the central plaza later, and thus Milton went home to get a bath before heading there.
@Ordure@Shiny KeldeoValiant Village: Resturant
When Tzerah heard the Guildmaster's words her body tensed for a moment. He too was concerned with her well being and she knew very well that she couldn't hide it from him. Her aura was probably looking as week as she felt, and probably discoloured from her feeling quite the opposite of well at the time. When she thought about what to say, thought about what to do... her ears laid flat and she tucked her tail between her legs. There was simply no denying it any longer, she didn't really know what to say to Spirit. Her pride didn't quite allow her to speak at all, nor was she physically capable of forming any words. Her body hurt at the thought of it, yet there was also a sensation of relief comming from the guildmasters care, the Pangoro also 'cared' but she didn't exactly know him that well.
Yet she knew she could trust the guild master, it wasen't the first time he had seen her at her worst. Even if she wanted to always show him herself at her best she knew that such a thing was not possible. She rose up on unsteady legs and padded over to the guildmasters side, she wasen't about to take any anger or frustration out at him, nor was she actually going to say anything for that matter either. Instead Tzera walked straight towards him and she didn't stop before her head bumped firmly towards his chest and her legs gave out under her. She sank down with her head in her lap and hid her whole face in his chest, then... his chest would start getting wet. Her body quivered slightly, she tensed for a long time before she finally relaxed... she was crying straight into his chest and drowning her whimpers in his fur.
She felt weak, misserable and unable to help herself. The guild master was at this time seen as the second best thing to her own mate, someone who just was there... when she needed it the most. She didn't have the energy to care how it looked, it just felt so right to feel that warmth right now. She laid most of her front's weight in the guildmasters lap and at his chest and belly. She stayed like that for the longest while, either refusing to move or being physically and mentally unable too. He was the comfort she had missed for a long time as well... and before she realized it, she had cried herself to sleep in the guildmasters lap, finally relaxing as she had no other choice but to give in to her body's needs.