Smell Those Trees! || p, Bast

[kinglykingstone]

It's a good idea to leave your troubles— Cooper and the ball of lights were at odds, to the point of pushing him into frustration. With a growl, the white and red canine pushed away the ball. He'd come back to it later or put it back where he found it. He probably had enough light, anyways. It wasn't much, made up of fairy lights and a paper lamp, but it was better than nothing.

Cooper was pulled from his musings by a voice, one he'd only heard briefly so far. "Oh, Bastille, hello." hummed the canine as he turned to face the Seraph. He felt embarrassment and despair rising in his chest as he looked at the feline, wondering what he could be doing here. "I felt my room was to..." underground, cramped, small, tight, bland, enclosed, windowless "dark. muttered the canine, looking back at his decorations. Perhaps this had been a silly endeavor. Perhaps he was just decreasing his odds of fitting in with his changes. "I was trying to add some light" added the canine, looking back towards the silver feline.—at home when operating a vehicle.

"SPEECH"