12-17-2018, 03:09 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]Christmas was always far away right until it was in his face, and although he's been indulging in all of the sweet things that came with the holiday season, it's finally hitting him that the big day is only a little over a week away. He hasn't been here long enough to go all-out with the celebrations, but he can do better than nothing.
So that is the very short story as to how the lion got where he is now, in a quieter spot of the observatory's main floor. Boxes and rolls of wrapping paper surround him, a few presents already wrapped with impressive skill for someone with paws. The one he's working on now is something small, which is both a blessing and a curse. Even if Orpheus's paws are smaller than an average lion's, they're still large — he's still large, compared to the average creature that calls this place home. (It leaves him feeling disoriented, though that's a topic better left for another day.) His body is held closer to the ground without touching it fully, one curved claw pinning the corner of wrapping paper in place as the other paw gently smooths it over the edges. Fold and smooth, move where the claw's settled. Fold and smooth. Fold and smooth.
It's not the neatest thing ever, but it's done, so he keeps his paw flat on top of it to fumble with the tape instead. Sticking to his paw, to his muzzle, to the paper in all the wrong places — with a frustrated hiss, he finally gets it to stay where he wants it. He supposes it doesn't matter if there are a few stray white hairs trapped underneath. People wouldn't inspect that when there were presents to be had. Except for Ambroise, maybe, but he's something else. Something that's been getting on his nerves lately, however silly that is. Because he should be understanding, right? And he is. But calling him darlin' the same breath he snapped at him had twisted him into all sorts of frustrated knots. And he's had enough frustration with the package even without thoughts like that, so after he sorts out the tape a few more times, Orpheus pushes it to the side and takes a deep breath.
"Would've been easier to go with stockings," he murmurs instead of thinks, shifting to a more comfortable position and swiping a paw over the side of his face. Maybe he'll actually learn this time. Probably not, right? Yeah, probably not.
So that is the very short story as to how the lion got where he is now, in a quieter spot of the observatory's main floor. Boxes and rolls of wrapping paper surround him, a few presents already wrapped with impressive skill for someone with paws. The one he's working on now is something small, which is both a blessing and a curse. Even if Orpheus's paws are smaller than an average lion's, they're still large — he's still large, compared to the average creature that calls this place home. (It leaves him feeling disoriented, though that's a topic better left for another day.) His body is held closer to the ground without touching it fully, one curved claw pinning the corner of wrapping paper in place as the other paw gently smooths it over the edges. Fold and smooth, move where the claw's settled. Fold and smooth. Fold and smooth.
It's not the neatest thing ever, but it's done, so he keeps his paw flat on top of it to fumble with the tape instead. Sticking to his paw, to his muzzle, to the paper in all the wrong places — with a frustrated hiss, he finally gets it to stay where he wants it. He supposes it doesn't matter if there are a few stray white hairs trapped underneath. People wouldn't inspect that when there were presents to be had. Except for Ambroise, maybe, but he's something else. Something that's been getting on his nerves lately, however silly that is. Because he should be understanding, right? And he is. But calling him darlin' the same breath he snapped at him had twisted him into all sorts of frustrated knots. And he's had enough frustration with the package even without thoughts like that, so after he sorts out the tape a few more times, Orpheus pushes it to the side and takes a deep breath.
"Would've been easier to go with stockings," he murmurs instead of thinks, shifting to a more comfortable position and swiping a paw over the side of his face. Maybe he'll actually learn this time. Probably not, right? Yeah, probably not.
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I HAVE TROUBLES EVERY DAY BUT IT TURNS OUT FINE
[div style="font-size:8pt;line-height:1.2;font-family:arial;color:black;margin-top:-5px;margin-bottom:5px;"]｢ ❝ it turns out fine, and i fight to keep them all away ❞ | [color=black]biography – [color=black]tags ｣