Birikita seemed to have her life together. She already knew what she was going to do. But...

What did he want to do?

Bahjat tapped the paper with slight irritability, eyes already drifting asleep. It was well passed his favorite past time--bed time. Yet here he was, bed light still on and working on his assignment. Sure, he could put a fake reason on what he wanted to be, what path he wanted to take--but wouldn't he have to figure this out eventually anyway?

This took some serious thought.

The freshling tap tap tapped on the paper as he tried to wrap his brain on what he wanted to do. Help people.

But who helped others? His pen paused....Honestly, he hadn't seen that purple shade around, but he helped people! They had helped the kumiho at least. That was the important part.

Maybe...Maybe he could become a caretaker? He pondered the idea, for a bit. The caretakers here he didn't see eye to eye with--for the most part. But--that one talked to him!

They had to be a caretaker right? No? Even if they weren't....

What if there was a kid, like him, who was questioning who they were? Bahjat wanted to be there for them. Felt a need to be there for him. Much like that one shade did. It was...liberating to know who you were.

The kumiho wanted to be someone who guided someone else the same way. What better way than to start with ones that were smaller than him right?

He smirked to himself. Not only that, it was going to be an easy job. Nap time was a part of the day that was always there. Unlike other jobs that he heard of.

Bahjat wrote the career down and a few short sentences about why he wanted to be that. It was...good enough. He'd still pass. Probably. Bahjat yawned, flipping the switch on his lamp off.

It was time for his favorite part of the day---sleep.

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