Bachi was not the kind of person prone to taking on responsibility. In fact, given the choice, he would probably avoid most of it. Taking B'lin as an example, it came with being no fun, uptight, and a real pain in the hind end.
But now, standing with his jaw-agape, bucket in hand, Bachi seemed to be struck by some magical jolt of even more dumb. It took him a few seconds to completely register the full problem of the situation.
"Bakin?" It was a bit too loud for his own tastes, and he soon realized this as it echoed down the hall and he winced.
At this moment, this became the worst day of his life. Not that he didn't mind his brother; he wasn't hard to get along with like Balin, but having him here had consequences he didn't want to think about.
"Bakin!" he repeated, his voice low as he dropped the bucket and the chore he had been doing before making a slightly overdramatic dash to where his brother was. No time for questions, introductions, anything.
They had to get Bakin somewhere that Balin would never come across him. Bachi had the perfect idea: the girl's quarters. And then he could find Miah. She was good with these kind of situations.
