it's beginning to look a lot like christmas / weekly task + decoration

[ORPHEUS]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]If Orpheus was entirely honest with both himself and other people, he would have to admit that he had never spent a single Christmas with more than one person. His dad had been a steady presence in his life, but after his death — he just couldn't. It was a time of year when he consistently found himself needing to be alone. Yet he was here, in this group, with these people. He hasn't met them all yet and already he's having an urge to run off again. Perhaps he's simply too stubborn to actually act on those desires, because to the rest of the people here, Orpheus would seem entirely confident in his future here. He introduces himself with a grin, pushes himself into conversations. Whatever troubles him stays perfectly hidden, which is more than he can say for a few people here. Not that there's anything wrong with showing pain.

It's the first thing he notices when he approaches Clarence's little station, smile small and private before he begins to busy himself with everything set in front of him. A pine cone first, rolled in front of him with a gentle, delicate touch. Like the other big cat, he has some bad memories of the holidays, but he would still enjoy himself as best as he could. Only after a long minute of silence does he make himself clear his throat and glance up from the pine cone. "Are you alright? You don't look so great."