[ It's not unusual for Christian to give a helping hand out to those in need, and once the word was out that Pesgare was hit hard by the tsunami it was only instinctive on his part. Different from his usual line of work but familiar all at the same time, he's likely to be found humming and with a bright smile as he assists the villagers.

At some point he can be found helping rebuild a shop; there's a number of damages inside that the civilians were taking care of as he hammers the sign back into place. However when he looks back there's something... wrong... He can't quite put his finger on it, however, and he tilts his head this way and that before a passing figure comes along. ]

Hey, does this look off to you? [ He points to the sign. Upon further inspection it's evident that a few of the letter's have fallen off because who in their right mind would name their shop LIES & FISH?? ] It's really bothering me.

[ For a firefighter the sight of fire causes a flip of switch to occur, but it takes little time at all for Christian to realize that these are not at all what he was trained to put out. They're a completely different nightmare and a lot less persistent than what he's experienced; whether or not that is actually a good thing is still up for debate, however, as he's currently attempting to coax a spirit from harboring inside a flat screen television. It looks so expensive... the owner must be pissed. ]

You don't wanna stay in something that cramped, do ya? I bet your friends miss you lots, we should get you home, buddy~ [ His voice is full of friendly energy, beaming brightly at the screen that seems to flicker through different shows to express the fire spirit's current emotion. There's a really sappy romcom playing... what does that mean... ] It's alright! Daddy Christian will get you back home safe and sound, so come on out!

[ someone tell him to shut up ]

[ Christian has been chasing down this package for what feels like hours. When he saw the familiar address written across the fine print, as well as the name of his own girlfriend, he knew better than to just look the other way. ]

T-Time out! Seriously... I feel like my legs are gonna give out! [ When and why did this package have to sprout legs and start running? It all feels like a fever dream and he honestly hopes that he'll wake up soon.

Does he accidentally bump into your character? Maybe they're gonna team up and trap the package in a corner somewhere... or you can just be the morale support whose package is running in the same direction and just climb on his back. The choice is yours. ]

[ Christian has no idea what to call these little creatures, but does he love them with all his heart? Absolutely. They're all so tiny and fit perfectly into the palm of his hands. When one becomes curious with what could be in his bag he's not the least bit hesitant to feed the energetic bunch what would have been his lunch for today, grinning from ear to ear as he picks off pieces of his homemade sandwiches and feeds them one by one. ]

Say ah—wait a minute, you already had some. [ He's speaking to one sternly, as if he were their father. ] You gotta let everyone else grab a bite too, bud... wait, when did more of you get here? [ Please help. He thought there was only three and all of a sudden there's nine. Feeding them was a bad idea. ]