Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-25687356-20170925211950/@comment-30582303-20171004000057

(Listen while you read)

'''A week after the events of Umut having his ass handed to him, and now it was 7 am he was awake and in shitty clothes and he was tired as shit. Not a good combo in the slightest. With that Umut now had to clean a shit boat. Maybe he would be able to make a friend at least on the boat. He took the bucket of nails and a hammer in hand now, his puppet Black-Ant on his back, he'd go off to work. Placing the hammer and the bucket on the floor he took the puppet off his back, connecting his chakra threads, trying his hardest to ignore the annoying Sup Pung girl. Thinking to himself. "Shut the fuck up already, shit." with a flick of the wrist he'd begin to let Black-Ant do his work for him, he was still sore from last week he didn't want to much so this was the optimal choice. He heard now a boy trying to talk to him, someone he didn't know. Little did he know this was the boy who burnt his hand and tried to blow him up. "Were you on the other side last week? Didn't see you, name is Umut, nice to meet you." He took the mop and the bucket now, beginning to scrub the deck while his puppet did the other job with the bucket and nails. "But if you want to know about me, I don't do much, my parents died back in Suna, my puppets are all they left to me besides my Lute, which I play that alot but, how about yourself, what do you do?" He continued on while his puppet continued pounding rivets and nails into the boat, continuing to swab the deck with his mop as he gave glances up at Smiling Mountain, trying to keep the mans gaze away from him, he'd been given two jobs, mop the deck and deal with the holes, that's all he wanted to do but she apparently gave them even more shit to do when they were done. With that he began to hum an old Sea Shantie out of boredom.'''