White Christmas || Party Planning

[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"]Parties, now that is something Orpheus is good at. Friendships, maybe not so much — he was friendly, sure, but never too close to people as of late ("late" meaning years now) — but politics came easy to people who were used to pulling strings. His survival was wrapped around how well he spoke, what he said to convince people that he was worth keeping around or leaving alone. Violence was always alright too; it wasn't just his pretty looks keeping him alive after all, there are still scars on his body to prove otherwise. But that's... probably not the sort of stuff that their wise leader is looking for right here. Instead, the lion jumps at the call with a bunch of friendlier ideas in his head. He offers Atticus a friendly smile and twists his head to look at the papers he has in front of him. Trying to read upside down isn't easy for a lion, you know? He's not an owl or anything. It's not too hard, though, and he lightly paws at the page for general suggestions, though he doesn't tug it away from the other. "We should have people put their names on an ornament so they can put it on our tree or something. Keep track of who's there and all that, maybe make some memories, right? And maybe a part of the night where we just decorate that tree? Could be fun."

He shrugs then, one ear gently flicking. "Hot chocolate, too. It's not Christmas otherwise." His voice feels thick, but he swallows through it and keeps going. "A place where people can pour it and put in their own toppings, maybe?"