He smiles happily at the sight of the mound of fabric sitting before the door and humming lightly he scoops it up before heading for the washroom. Pulling on his pants from the night before he tosses the armload of clothing into his little hamper and hoists it into his arms. He continues to hum happily as he stops at the front door, setting down the basket. [i]'Round and round, tuck it down'[/i] Lifting his shirt he watches as his tail wraps around his waits then as the blade comes back around the front he slips one hand down to make sure it's tucked in firmly and like every day in his little village he pulls his shirt back down, checks, double checks, and triple checks, just to make sure it's out of view.

Once satisfied he makes his way outside, careful to keep the basket far enough away from himself so it won't make his shirt ride up. Each little breeze as he moves has his eyes darting down to make sure he's still safe. His hyper attentiveness had never been as noticeable to him as it is today. Even though he does not fail to check each and every time as he always does, something about today makes it feel a little off. Reaching the pump outside he quickly fills a basin in the predawn light and sets the washing board inside. Settling on to a squat little stool he sets to work, doing Aryx's clothes first so they can be ready hopefully by the time he wakes. [i]'I know why it's bothering me so much, I don't have to wonder'[/i] Working carefully because the fabric seems rather fine to his fingers, Viltez feels his stomach beginning to churn.

[i]'It is wonderful that he is here, and so open to what I am, but I can not help but feel all the more trapped now. Having someone else see me for what I am. Having someone touch what I have fought so long and hard to keep an absolute secret'[/i] His cheeks color at the thought of the touch, but his mind moves on even as his boy reacts. [i]'Now everyone in town somehow feels that much more scary, and I can not help but feel sad that after he leaves I will once again be alone with my burden. . .'[/i] Letting out a long sigh he wrings the top out carefully and wanders over to his clothes line. One side is attached to his home, the other a sturdy poll he'd set up for this exact purpose several years ago a good distance from his house. He never really has much in the way of dirty clothes, but in the winter it can be a long time between washes so he needs the room.

Stringing the fabric up he moves back to the basin and continues washing piece after piece, each time standing up to put it in the line. It doesn't take him too long and just before the sun decides to peek over the horizon the hamper stands empty, and beside it Viltez watches the fabric fluttering in the breeze. With a huff of satisfaction he turns to the mountains just in time to see the sun greeting the day. He lets the light of it wash over him, the still damp ground beneath his feet feeling refreshingly cool as he stretches his arms wide. “Good morning sun, good of you to return today.” He murmurs, knowing it's a little silly to talk to something so far away, but he's always felt better each morning he can greet it properly.