Riptide's weekly tasks this time around had been... very much not in his wheelhouse of skill sets. Arts and crafts, truth or dare... he was terrible at both anything regarding creativity and being open with others so those two alone would be causing him quite a bit a grief. And yet the task that he found himself most worried about was the advice booth. Mercy had asked him to set up a booth and give advice to his clanmates, and to most that would probably sound easy and maybe even fun. But to Ty... He barely even knew what he was doing himself most of the time, how was he supposed to give out advice to other people too? Honestly he'd be surprised if he didn't bring the clan crumbling to the ground after this, but hell, he was going to give it a shot anyways.
Despite his concerns about the damage he might cause here, Riptide actually put a great amount of effort into building his little booth. He'd stayed up all night figuring out how to put the wood together, and after he finally did the end result was less than pleasing to the eye, but the big brute was proud of himself nonetheless. He even went so far as to paint the thing, taking great care to cover every last inch in a nice sky blue color. He then painted the words 'RIPTIDE'S ADVICE BOOTH' in rather scraggly white print on the front. Now everyone would be able to clearly see his booth and stop by. After setting up in a prominent area of the ruins, the piebald tiger hunkered down behind the wobbly stand and placed an 'open' sign on the counter. A long, shaky breath pushed from the midnightbringer's lungs and he reminded himself not to be such a baby. Now all that was left was to wait for his first customer; he wasn't going to announce it out loud, since he was actually kind of proud of his sign and wanted everyone to see it for themselves.
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