Invader Len — Roleplayer Guild

Early morning sunlight streamed in through the windows, partly blocked by the curtains. As the fiery ball rose into the sky, the sliver of light moved from the floor onto the bed, and right into the face of it's still-sleeping inhabitant. Scrunching up his face, Wilhelm puled the covers up over his head, in an attempt to force the morning away. And it worked, and in his warm bundle, he could feel himself drifting away again.

And then the door opened with a loud bang.
"Uncle Wilhelm! Come on, wake up! It's past opening time!" Peter called, shaking the covers in concern.
Wilhelm groaned, reluctantly sitting up, bleary eyed. He yawned.
"Shush, Peter, I'm trying to sleep" he whined, stretching. "I have two deliveries to make today, I want to rest while I-"
"But Wilhelm! You're already late for the first one!" Peter cut him off.

Wilhelm's eyes widened and he jumped out of bed like a bolt.
"What did you say?"
"You were supposed to deliver Jaylin's new axe fifteen minutes ago!" Peter informed him.

Like a whirlwind, the young man was rushing about the room, getting himself dressed and washing his face. Grabbing a piece of toast and running out into the store area, he hurriedly started wrapping the parcel.
"Mmfphb, Petermf, Wath the shopbf, Imm be back soonfm!"he called over his shoulder, his mouth full of food.

As his uncle raced out of the store, Peter gave a small sigh.
"... But you forgot your bike..." he murmured to himself, climbing up onto a stool by the register and waiting for Wilhelm to return.

Jaylin brought his tea and biscuits out onto the work bench, sitting down and sipping his drink. He liked sitting outside to eat breakfast every day, watching the trees sway in the morning breeze helped calm him. Taking out his toolbox, he began sanding a chair leg that he had started on the previous day. Once the legs were done, he could assemble it and paint it. It was a relatively simple work, crafted out of maple wood. He planned on painting it a nice red pattern into the seat and leaving the rest unpainted. Then he could varnish it and put it up for sale.

As he was working, he reached for another biscuit, only to feel something furry on his plate. Looking over, he saw a pair of squirrels were already making short work of his breakfast. Rather than being upset, Jaylin gave a rare smile.
"Hey now, if you eat too many of those, you'll get fat. Then you won't be able to climb." he teased them, petting them gently.

The squirrels didn't mind him, however, when the approaching footsteps became audible, and turned and fled for the trees.
"Oi! Jaylin! Delivery!" came a haggard voice.
Turning, the blonde saw a rather haggard looking Wilhelm, wobbling back and forth under the strain of the package.

"Ah, you're early. That's unlike you." he said, helping the other man sit down. Wilhelm looked up at him in weary shock.
"E-Early?!"
"Yes, I thought I asked you to deliver this four hours past noon. You're eight hours early." he explained. Wilhelm looked like he might faint.
"E-E-Early... I could have been sleeping by now... Jaylin! This is your fault! You and your stupid cryptic instructions! You have to take responsibility!"
"Eh?! What did I do?"

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