Gankona looked around at the students as they filed in around him, with the boss having nothing to say to his casual greeting. Karada, though looking very dazed and surprised, was gradually regaining his composure as he approached Lorken and the goat-boy. Kaz seemed much like he had been yesterday, but with much more bed-head. Rikka was the worst of the group; her attire and attitude made it seem like she had not slept at all. Looking towards the stern faced Lorken, Gank quietly listened to what his principal had to say on the first formal day of school.
"Thats for my property you broke and tried to hide. Next time it happens and im not told, your punishment will be much more severe."
The goat-boy stifled a chuckle as he watched the unprepared Kaz get punched straight in the gut by Lorken's growing agitation. The absent-minded kid didn't suit so well with this attack, of course, which made the whole scenario a lot more funny to the onlooking goat boy. However, such humor would not be long lasting.
"Karada and Gankona. The mess in my fucking kitchen. Nobody bothered to pick up after themselves before retiring, leaving the scene without any effort on your parts to right the wrong. Congratulations on becoming the new house janitors."
Gankona didn't have time to process his punishment before being squarely hit in the chest with a sloppy mop and broom. The wooden handles bounced off the goat-boy's uniform and onto the ground in-front of him, prompting Gank to bend down and grab them along with Karada. His sly smile had no been replaced with a more serious expression as Lorken continued his commands.
"You want to disrespect your roles as heroes that's fine." ("Bingo.") "But I'll be long dead and buried before I let half-idiots like the two of you ruin my sanctuary. Gankona and Karada, you will be cleaning up the broken wood and blood from yesterdays initiation. Don't expect any help or any food until the job is done right. Kazuto, for spraying a classmate with bug spray you are going to assist them. I expect the walls of my gymnasium to sparkle, and the back lawn to be cut. Push mower is in the back shed. As for Rikka, you will be dealing with every mirror and window on the property. I expect this all done before the practical combat training this afternoon. Dismissed."
The goat-boy sighed as the mass of students started their way out of the dorms behind Lorken. Of course the boss was pissed; why wouldn't he be? Lorken seemed intent lashing out this ire about the state of his household in a rather constructive manner, however. "Being nice again, huh? I like the restraint", Gankona thought. He might as well take over the job of wall-washing; a lot of the students around seemed to be either average or under-average height. They would have a harder time reaching the tops of the blood-splatters than the true ram.
Gankona spoke as he passed Karada on his way out, "Be careful with that leg of yours. You still have the limp."
Whilst entering the gymnasium to begin his new janitor duties, Gankona caught another glimpse of the sullen-faced Rikka. She had had time to put on her tie and other shoe, but seemed still in the many stages of grief after waking up. Her eyes seemed big and buggy, however, as if she was really trying to adjust to the hardships that had already bombarded her. Poor mosquito girl, you could almost pity her.
"Wait, Mosquito? Bug bite?..."
Gankona slowly scratched his back with the broom he carried as a sudden realization flashed through his mind. His face hardened as his gaze burned white-hot daggers into the now filthy mosquito girl's back. Even the goat-boy wasn't stupid enough not to see the immediate connection. "Why, that little bug...", Gankona resentfully thought, his mind wandering to the invasion of his privacy and the advantage Rikka had taken of him. "And when I'm sleeping, as well! She couldn't even dare to ask", the goat-boy thought again, quickening his pace as to catch up with the girl's lithe frame. His hands clenched into fists as he loathed the thought of having been so secretly attacked.
Rikka was now preparing to clean the windows, her wings spread out and her washcloth and bucket sitting beneath her. As she dampened her cloth in soapy water, Gankona slowly prowled behind the unsuspecting mosquito girl. The girl's wings began to flap and her body started to quietly hover above the ground. At that moment, before her take-off, Gank found it an appropriate time to give her a little... talk.
Quickly grabbing Rikka's left-most wing between his thumb and fore-finger, Gankona brought his head down from behind the mosquito-girl's head as to start talking to her in a rather intimidating whisper. "Hey, Rikka, I was wondering. Have you tasted any goat's blood recently? It does horrible things to a mosquito's stomach. Sometimes turns them straight to mush; it's an evolutionary trait they developed overtime. But I was just wondering, anyways. I've never tasted any. You haven't had any, either, have you?". The goat-boy tightened his grip around the mosquito girl's papery wings. "Especially mine. That'd be an awful way to repay me for stopping Kaz from spraying you entirely yesterday."
