{MIW} Come on and take it back

[Rob Snow]

Rob mostly watched as everyone busied themselves with the whole move in week. he didn't quite want to be apart from it: there was too much fascinating moving to want to be fully removed from all this action. At the same time, he certainly didn't want to be there on the front lines, using his muscles and moving around or handing out goodies. Not that he had anything against it, strictly speaking. It just didn't strike him as the sort of thing that he wanted to do with his time.

So instead, he opted to sit off to the side, on a bench. He hummed from time to time, mostly people watching. Apparently this presented a trustworthy picture, as an elderly woman approached him after a while with a box. It apparently belonged to her grandchild who was moving in that day, and she was hoping he'd watch it for a while. Rob agreed, tapping it and assuring he that it would be in safe hands.

Then she left.

And that was half an hour ago.

"Well, well," Rob said aloud, before leaning over and looking at the box. "Wonder if I should be snooping? Oh the moral dilemma," he let out a sigh and looked toward the heavens, as if he expected some angel to start appearing and play the part of his conscience.