[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]Doing his assigned task now would be better than doing it later, or not at all. Fortunately there was little he actually had to do for it. A hillside was technically all he needed, aside from a group of people to join in on the game. He would be the one to supervise it, and Enzo had suggested he give a Spanish lesson, or something like that, to the winner. Instead of teaching them basics, he would actually head straight for what he used most in the basics of conversation in their language. He grinned to himself as he strolled through the territory, seeking out a small hill, or something small to climb up and push others down. 'King of the Hill' actually sounded like it would be a competitive and injure-inducing game, so part of him was glad he wasn't to be taking part of it. He wasn't competitive; he just knew that he would always be on top regardless of those around him. One could say he was a bit full of himself, which wasn't entirely true.
Once he found a suitable spot, he stood at the top of the hill, chin tilted towards the sky. "Yo! If anyone wants to play a little game of 'King o' the Hill' then get your asses over here!" Santana called, hopefully loud enough for many others to hear. Hopefully other individuals were near, as he found himself in a somewhat unfamiliar part of the territory. If it took a bit of wandering to get back to camp then he would do it. He didn't need to be dependent on these people. San had already been on his own long enough to know how to care for himself. The lilac kitten kept a grin on his face, even as his posture began slumping and eyes began losing their luster. He kept his chocolate optics flickering around the area, making sure to catch any sign or indication of someone approaching or nearing the area. He wasn't going to play, but he wanted to see people dick around and hurt each other in the sake of learning something from him. It was about time the roles were reversed.