till we see the sunlight - kazoo class

[bink.]

//OOC

The crow - or Bink, as he had accepted the name - was capable of reading, but still struggled to decipher the deplorable handwriting on the paper that had fluttered his way in the strange leopard's frolicking craze. Kazo class? What was a kazo class? It then said what looked like 'cazoo.' He had been unable to sleep that night, still afraid of the noises of the forest (and somewhat afraid of the members of Tanglewood), so he figured he would attend the class to keep himself busy. When he heard the buzzing sound, he immediately understood what it was, and the missing puzzle piece clicked in place.

Following the sound all the way to the shore, reassured when he spotted Wormwood ahead of him, he paused when he could see through the treeline. They had a shore here? A beach? Oh. 'Bech.' Yeah, that made sense. Wait- there were two Wormwoods. The one he had been following spoke, and it didn't sound like Wormwood. Bink edged toward the real Wormwood, listening to the winged snow leopard as she trilled on about the magic of kazoos. "I don't think I can play a kazoo," the crow cawed uncertainly. I don't have lips. The idea seemed almost incorrect, but he knew for certain that he didn't have lips. Birds don't have lips. Was he going insane?

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[wormwood.]

[glow=#000,1,400]BUT NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU, AND I WILL NOT BE PART OF YOUR DESIGNS — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Worship to cardboard boxes? Was this new person completely off her rocker, or was he just so tired he couldn't understand what the fuck was happening? Maybe it was a bit of both. Thankfully, it didn't seem like he was the only exhausted one here. He looked up when Poetking dragged himself up beside the larger lion, and he gently flicked his tail against Poet's spine in greeting, saying in a grumbling purr, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"Apparently this a class to learn to play the weird stupid horn that Feza plays – a kazoo, I think she called it? I don't see why it was best to have this class at two in the morning."[/glow]" He glared pointedly at Feza as he said this, his tail lashing a bit. He didn't want to learn anything about playing a kazoo, he wanted Feza to not host a noisy fucking class in the middle of the night.

When Bink came flapping over, Wormwood looked up and offered a paw to the bird so that he could come closer, tucked securely against Worm's chest. He then rumbled, relaxing a bit now that others were also pointing out just how ridiculous this all was, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"That is true, Feza. Did you think at all about your groupmates that don't have the lips or ability to blow into a kazoo? Poor Bink may feel left out."[/glow] Worm honestly desperately hoped that this convinced Feza to call off this damn stupid class.

[fulzanin]

[align=center][div style="width: 55%; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]”Kazoo class,” Feza again repeated when Poetking has come over. There was not a glint of sympathy for his tired state- more so astonished that obviously he had come here in order to spend precious sleeping time learning how to play the kazoo rather than sleep. She took it as dedication.

Despite the ridicule, the snow leopard continued to hold her head high. “Its not a horn. If anything I would consider it a type of string instrument.” Feza thoughtfully mused. Her spirits refused to dampen and lessen in their hyperactive tone. A thoughtful tip of her head made aware that she was absolutely dedicated to having this class ensue. No lips? That was awful, that meant no kazoo playing! Her tail twitched behind her, and the squint of her blue eyes noted that the gears in her mind were turning fitfully.

“Just because Bink can’t play doesn’t mean he has to get left out. He can still participate! Oh! Oh! I know, I know! Give me a day and I’ll find a way to make a kazoo for those without lips!” A fluffy paw smacked into the cool sand, and a delighted grin spread across her face. Lips were a requirement? She hadn’t even thought about that prior. How inconsiderate of her, she mentally scoffed. She’d have to do better than that in the future, at the next class that she held. “Brilliant! I can host a separate class tomorrow night for that! It’ll be thrilling, don’t you think? Thanks for pointing that out, Worm! I’ll be sure to credit you!”

[Crow Roux]

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It seemed Crow had arrived a bit late to the party when he finally showed his face, lured by the sloppily written flyers he came across scattered throughout the town. 2 AM on the beach, huh? That was manageable and convenient, considering how horrid it was for him to attempt to sleep. "Aw, Worm," the feline spoke teasingly as he took a seat next to Feza. "It ain't stupid. Lighten up a bit."

Then he gestured a socked paw toward the box of kazoos, his eyes glinting with curiosity. "How the hell do you play those?"