Ryuki was submerged in disgusting, murky water up to his waist. The pump churned away, trying to rid the pool of its putrid contents. It was just another morning for him, cleaning and maintaining the pool while his companion Michiko lazily made her appearance, clearly disgusted by the scene before her.
"God, Ryu! How can you stand to be in that slop?" she exclaimed, a look of disgust on her face.
Ryuki continued to work, pulling out the fish tape from the cleaner line and cleaning out debris from the intakes. "You do what you have to, when you have to, so that you can do what you want to," he replied calmly.
Michiko scoffed at his response. "And what exactly do you want to do bad enough that you'd be willing to subject yourself to this torture?"
A sly smile appeared on Ryuki's face as he looked up at his Goddess of the morning. "I think you already know the answer to that."