[Joseph didn't want to throw his back out doing too much charity work and hard labor, but the sight of hurting people just doesn't sit right with him. It might come as a surprise to the people he knows, but he's sticking around running some of the heavier supplies like boxes of alcohol, towels, boxes of boxes of bandages, etcetera.
He's dropped off another load for someone seeing a patient with some serious road rash, and some other, likely internal injuries. Must have been hit by a car in the mess that happened with the demon.
Instead of just waiting for the doctor or whoever else was planning to assist, Joseph touches the man with gloved hands wherever he's injured, his hands glowing a soft yellow and sparking.]
Cleaning
[Fixing things is not his forte. Neither is cleaning! In fact, most manual labor is not his forte.
But he's here, sweating, and willing to complain to the next person who looks like they see him, despite choosing to do this of his own, stupid accord.
He can finally see the floor of the house he's been cleaning out though, so that's progress. There are a few visitors buzzing around the area that start to get on his nerves though. Happy, cheerful puffs of light.]
Who do you think you're laughing at, powder puff?
[He huffs, wiping sweat from his forehead. Why do gods have to sweat?!]
Banquet
[Now THIS is more like it, maybe all that heavy lifting and whining was worth it if the Heavens are gonna feed him.
His plate is piled high and if you look at the 6'4" musclehead, you can tell why. He didn't get this beefy on leafy greens alone. There's wine in his glass and already in his system.
And those darn little balls of fluff are hanging around giggling.
Anyway, this much nice food has been such a rarity for him, and he's going to marvel at it before becoming a garbage disposal.]
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[Joseph didn't want to throw his back out doing too much charity work and hard labor, but the sight of hurting people just doesn't sit right with him. It might come as a surprise to the people he knows, but he's sticking around running some of the heavier supplies like boxes of alcohol, towels, boxes of boxes of bandages, etcetera.
He's dropped off another load for someone seeing a patient with some serious road rash, and some other, likely internal injuries. Must have been hit by a car in the mess that happened with the demon.
Instead of just waiting for the doctor or whoever else was planning to assist, Joseph touches the man with gloved hands wherever he's injured, his hands glowing a soft yellow and sparking.]
Cleaning
[Fixing things is not his forte. Neither is cleaning! In fact, most manual labor is not his forte.
But he's here, sweating, and willing to complain to the next person who looks like they see him, despite choosing to do this of his own, stupid accord.
He can finally see the floor of the house he's been cleaning out though, so that's progress. There are a few visitors buzzing around the area that start to get on his nerves though. Happy, cheerful puffs of light.]
Who do you think you're laughing at, powder puff?
[He huffs, wiping sweat from his forehead. Why do gods have to sweat?!]
Banquet
[Now THIS is more like it, maybe all that heavy lifting and whining was worth it if the Heavens are gonna feed him.
His plate is piled high and if you look at the 6'4" musclehead, you can tell why. He didn't get this beefy on leafy greens alone. There's wine in his glass and already in his system.
And those darn little balls of fluff are hanging around giggling.
Anyway, this much nice food has been such a rarity for him, and he's going to marvel at it before becoming a garbage disposal.]
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