08-24-2018, 06:09 PM
Leroy presumed that Malphas’ specific ruling on food was solely whimsical; it wouldn’t be great if people snapped their caps and busted his chops two weeks consecutively. While Ophelia transported all the wood towards the site of the inferno, bless her soul, he was charged with fashioning together the festivity side of things. The mutt understood that his role was based upon the injury he sustained, no matter how delicate Ophelia was about it. It bothered him none. In fact, he had much preferred constructing food tables, fputting out blankets, setting up chairs, and placing decorations, despite it giving him the appearance of pushover.
The blankets were old and singed, and some of the chairs must’ve been munched on by a termite or three, but as long as people got buzzed from the alcohol present, it’d be fine. You don’t have a very large selection in these parts. Games like spin the bottle were initially thought of, though that would be too much. This was a social event, others were to choose to do what they pleased, whether it was get drunk, mingle, tell stories, or whatever.
Leroy was quite content that Ophelia was his partner in all this. They understood one another, regardless of differences the two had in personality and ambition. He was fond of her company, as the feline was one of the few not quick to put him down as a buffoon, which was uncommon in Tanglewood, where negative personalities were prospered with positive ones shunned. That’s not to say Leroy wasn’t negative himself, of course, it was just nice to experience something different.
His ears rose as the words of Ophelia arrived, rotating his noggin to face his good acquaintance. A devilish grin sprouted from his crop as he was given the offer of starting the flame. "I’m pretty ready, I’d say," he hummed before acquiring the stones. It took a few tries, but in no time some sparks erupted onto the heap of branches, giving forth the animated warmth that was flame.
”Thanks,” Leroy praised rarely, ”Thanks for doin’ all the work while I put up crisps and beer.”
The blankets were old and singed, and some of the chairs must’ve been munched on by a termite or three, but as long as people got buzzed from the alcohol present, it’d be fine. You don’t have a very large selection in these parts. Games like spin the bottle were initially thought of, though that would be too much. This was a social event, others were to choose to do what they pleased, whether it was get drunk, mingle, tell stories, or whatever.
Leroy was quite content that Ophelia was his partner in all this. They understood one another, regardless of differences the two had in personality and ambition. He was fond of her company, as the feline was one of the few not quick to put him down as a buffoon, which was uncommon in Tanglewood, where negative personalities were prospered with positive ones shunned. That’s not to say Leroy wasn’t negative himself, of course, it was just nice to experience something different.
His ears rose as the words of Ophelia arrived, rotating his noggin to face his good acquaintance. A devilish grin sprouted from his crop as he was given the offer of starting the flame. "I’m pretty ready, I’d say," he hummed before acquiring the stones. It took a few tries, but in no time some sparks erupted onto the heap of branches, giving forth the animated warmth that was flame.
”Thanks,” Leroy praised rarely, ”Thanks for doin’ all the work while I put up crisps and beer.”