06-04-2018, 02:31 PM
The territory was -- very strange, in Videogames' own opinion. He -- probably shouldn't think that, probably shouldn't be uneasy whenever he's out at night. He can hear strange noises, then. Whispers and murmurs and screams. He doesn't think they're real, like the shadows that curl at the edges of Videogames' video. Sometimes he worries he's going insane -- he doesn't have anything to explain all of this, or the gentle brushes he feels against his pelt, sometimes. Everything feels so easy in the daylight, calm and peaceful, if a little off-putting. It's fine. It's all fine. Arrowhead wouldn't bring them somewhere dangerous, would he? (but Arrowhead was dead, he died here --)
But, despite all of this, Videogames does his best to set everything up for that night. They didn't host a funeral for Arrowhead -- they just buried him, and they forego the funeral. But Videogames likes to think he's doing it in the feline's honor, just a little something. Out in the meadow, fireflies swarm, despite the chill in the area and the overlooking mountain. They're not in the right place, the fireflies. They don't feel right. Videogames doesn't understand, but that's okay. He's staked up some lanterns, tonight. They're far overhead, and it was honestly a pain to get them up there. A few treats -- just little things he could scrounge up, in their limited territory, with their limited supplies. Just little candies, taffies, that Videogames still had, set in a bowl on a makeshift table, alongside some little jars. It's not perfect, far from it. Everything is wayward and wrong, he feels just a little unsafe, but the lights provide comfort. Videogames grins in pride seeing his work, despite this.
"Anybody wanna catch some fireflies?" Videogames calls to nobody in particular, one little jar beside his paws. Most of the people here were kids, they'd probably enjoy it -- even if they probably shouldn't be awake or even out right now. To be fair, it wasn't terribly late, though he'd probably give them a scolding regardless. Just a little one. This was supposed to be fun, after all! So Videogames takes the jar next to his paws in his teeth and -- where does he go from here. Just wish for luck, or something?
//sweats as i try nd Actually do stuff for this group
But, despite all of this, Videogames does his best to set everything up for that night. They didn't host a funeral for Arrowhead -- they just buried him, and they forego the funeral. But Videogames likes to think he's doing it in the feline's honor, just a little something. Out in the meadow, fireflies swarm, despite the chill in the area and the overlooking mountain. They're not in the right place, the fireflies. They don't feel right. Videogames doesn't understand, but that's okay. He's staked up some lanterns, tonight. They're far overhead, and it was honestly a pain to get them up there. A few treats -- just little things he could scrounge up, in their limited territory, with their limited supplies. Just little candies, taffies, that Videogames still had, set in a bowl on a makeshift table, alongside some little jars. It's not perfect, far from it. Everything is wayward and wrong, he feels just a little unsafe, but the lights provide comfort. Videogames grins in pride seeing his work, despite this.
"Anybody wanna catch some fireflies?" Videogames calls to nobody in particular, one little jar beside his paws. Most of the people here were kids, they'd probably enjoy it -- even if they probably shouldn't be awake or even out right now. To be fair, it wasn't terribly late, though he'd probably give them a scolding regardless. Just a little one. This was supposed to be fun, after all! So Videogames takes the jar next to his paws in his teeth and -- where does he go from here. Just wish for luck, or something?
//sweats as i try nd Actually do stuff for this group
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