// Output open thread; baking(?) • System.out.pt.3("Soft");

[SAYØNARALULLABY]

[align=center][div style="width: 455px; text-align: justify; font-family: nyala; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000"]　　　( Define soft: [sup]Adjective[/sup] Easy to mold, cut, compress, or fold; not hard or firm to the touch. )

　　　It does not take much to know Ayon, the curious child of hideous hearts and furious flesh, will end up finding a lot of things that shines wonders and fascinations. / Paw prints all around in red and blue from bruising paws, yet, they spread regardless.

　　　Discovering Heaven and Hell in wild flowers, watch him take them and fills his lungs with dirt and blood. / Counting seeds like stars, his mortal veins burns in excitement when he recalls there is a variety of them beyond where he can only reach thus far.

　　　There is one—a set, actually—he discovers recently close to home, while the lion prepares to sleep under a forming black sheet, beckoning the stars to be their nightlight. / It's something. / Something familiar, and something new. / Something he saw in pictures and words, and something he found in forms and shapes.

　　　At the front of the mansion, Ayon can be easily spotted with a large book. / Equipments suitable for making treats and food strange to the beasts' eyes and mouth are present beside him. / He flips through a few pages a couple times before he hums at himself, gentle. / Impressed.

　　　His gaze shifts over to the dough, and coming from the steps he tries to follow by mainly looking at the photos provided, inspiration flares within his core, his paws inserts into it... / Soft... / Soft... / Soft... / Reality crumbles around him as he digs it deeper, consumed further comfort.

　　　Posture straightens high, with baby blue eyes glittering glee, yet mind sticks in clouds, Ayon places his whole tiny body against the dough. / He continues squeezing it, and a light flickers across the world from his starlight smile under a blink; crooked, but rare and beautiful, akin to a shooting star, nevertheless.

　　　( Wish him well, will you? )

　　　Soft / Soft. / Soft. / The kit then lays across it, still squeezing and squeezing the squishy, squashy thing he will call it a blessing. / Though, realization hits Ayon his body coats with flour, he only lets out a wheeze.

[Jiyu Simul Stamus]

Things she was well known for included, her poker face, being more machine-like than animal-like, typically speaking in short terms she was just known for how damn cold she was to everyone and everything. One of the things not many cats knew directly about Jiyu included the fact she was a cannibal, she only let someone she had known for a while catch her eating. Many things were not known about her, she never seemed to be interested in anything and most saw her as a blank. However, if one stayed long enough, dug deep enough? Many things existed to find out about the calico, her favorite food outside of cat was sparrow even though eating too much normal prey made her sick, she sometimes enjoyed hard candy, or generally any sweet that was red in color, but she kept those things close to the vest. What reason did she have to tell other animals any of it? No one needed to know what food she liked or anything like that in order to work with her on protecting things. Anything that became unnecessary was just something that could get in the way, so she eliminated anything like that best she could.

White paws moved behind the black and orange one's leading them as she walked out the front of the mansion to see the sight of Sayonara covered in some sort of dust. Jiyu at first grew concerned he feel through something in the mansion and stumbled outside, so she rushed over, but the scent easily alleviated the worry allowing her to know it was mere flour. The large calico lightly blew for a second, lifting one of her paws to finish the task of trying to clean the kitten of the flour somewhat. "I'm sure there is a kitchen in the mansion, that would be a much more suited location to what you are doing." she made the comment in her normal icey voice, but it was actually something helpful to say because treats made in the dirt and grass could never be the best. "Though we do have to cross near the mess hall to get there." which some cats disliked doing but for the calico, it was a pretty good place to get some quick snack if she was really that desperate and needed to sink that low. However, she was happy to say that ever since a time shortly after she joined where she had forgotten what she needed, the calico never had to steal from the mess hall.

"So, will you need me to carry your things to the kitchen." no question, just if she was going to need to do something or not. Outside of watching her friends kid? She had no purpose for being here if Sayon didn't actually need her help.

[galexiux]

  Synthesis flew near by Jiyu, a smile on his face. The poor kid. Probably didn't know that bread dough couldn't exactly be eaten anymore. Or... at least not enjoyed. Most people didn't like fur in their bread. ... He thought?? The strange thing about his body transfer was the fact he still doesn't need to eat? At least, not excessively like normal animals do. The sun conure landed beside the two, his sympathetic smile fading slightly. Do you want some help, kiddo? He asked, his quiet voice barely audible.

  He turned up to Jiyu, laughing quietly. Yeah. A kitchen would be nice. I would offer to bake it myself but... My flames have been quiet lately... He preferred to not explain they were alive at the moment. He was sorta a freak back home, he'd prefer to stay as low as possible here.

"SPEECH"

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