12-31-2018, 02:30 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"]Orpheus doesn't often think about how people got where they did when it comes to things such as this. Clarence and Ambroise have both earned their neatness the way he had, their history shining through the cracks. He wonders if the same could be said for Jerseyboy and his dislike of it. Had he led a somewhat easy life where it wasn't necessary that he did it? Did he have bad memories associated with it? Or perhaps he was just a normal kind of person with a normal dislike of doing chores and the three of them were the oddballs. But if that was the case, they certainly outnumbered what was normal, which probably made them the normal ones. A weird thought, and not one that should come up while trying to clean or otherwise keep one's paws busy. This was a somewhat daunting task, after all. He doesn't mind that it was given to him, and with or without help he'll get it done. It's just more fun with friends.
Only one person here is his friend, really. Jerseyboy is somewhat unfamiliar (not that that usually bothers him — he'll be a friend anyway), and Ambroise is... Ambroise. He's not sure that man even knows what a friend is, much less how to act like one. Or keep one. Get one. Interact with people at all, on any level. Whatever, if he put his frustration aside, he's alright. At this exact moment, his worst nightmare could show up and Orpheus would still just get back to work. Nothing's going to get to him with a bit of Christmas cheer still in the air and his head in the clouds.
He grins brightly at the first two, ready to explain why he'd asked before Amroise's deeper voice cuts the air instead. Although Orpheus wrinkles his nose at him, there's a playful air to his expression. Just a bit of mirth in his smile and his eyes. A bit of mirth that quickly fades to something a little softer — he assumes Ambroise won't like that, but for the moment he's past caring about what the other lion would want from him. His throat just feels a little dry and tight. "You have a nice voice, you know," he manages. The rest comes easier and brighter, with a bit of that too-easy warmth back on center stage. "But I know about a third of what you just said and that's not nice." He turns back to the other two before he falls into another of Ambroise's spiky personality pits of doom and remembers why he'd asked in the first place.
"Well. We have to do some cleaning, and I figured some music might make it easier. More fun that way." The lion turns back to cleaning for a moment, stretching up on his hind legs until one paw snags on another string of lights that he gently tugs down. It falls around his shoulders with the other set, this one still warm enough to feel through his fur. "Maybe everyone can take turns. Doesn't matter what sort of song it is, as long as it's kid safe." There's no hiding his curiosity about Clarence's voice and choice of songs, and Jerseyboy's response makes him think he's got a good voice. Ambroise has a nice voice, even if he's an asshole and probably won't do any singing. He can sing pretty well too, which would make them a pretty cool quartet.
He won't mention that part.
Only one person here is his friend, really. Jerseyboy is somewhat unfamiliar (not that that usually bothers him — he'll be a friend anyway), and Ambroise is... Ambroise. He's not sure that man even knows what a friend is, much less how to act like one. Or keep one. Get one. Interact with people at all, on any level. Whatever, if he put his frustration aside, he's alright. At this exact moment, his worst nightmare could show up and Orpheus would still just get back to work. Nothing's going to get to him with a bit of Christmas cheer still in the air and his head in the clouds.
He grins brightly at the first two, ready to explain why he'd asked before Amroise's deeper voice cuts the air instead. Although Orpheus wrinkles his nose at him, there's a playful air to his expression. Just a bit of mirth in his smile and his eyes. A bit of mirth that quickly fades to something a little softer — he assumes Ambroise won't like that, but for the moment he's past caring about what the other lion would want from him. His throat just feels a little dry and tight. "You have a nice voice, you know," he manages. The rest comes easier and brighter, with a bit of that too-easy warmth back on center stage. "But I know about a third of what you just said and that's not nice." He turns back to the other two before he falls into another of Ambroise's spiky personality pits of doom and remembers why he'd asked in the first place.
"Well. We have to do some cleaning, and I figured some music might make it easier. More fun that way." The lion turns back to cleaning for a moment, stretching up on his hind legs until one paw snags on another string of lights that he gently tugs down. It falls around his shoulders with the other set, this one still warm enough to feel through his fur. "Maybe everyone can take turns. Doesn't matter what sort of song it is, as long as it's kid safe." There's no hiding his curiosity about Clarence's voice and choice of songs, and Jerseyboy's response makes him think he's got a good voice. Ambroise has a nice voice, even if he's an asshole and probably won't do any singing. He can sing pretty well too, which would make them a pretty cool quartet.
He won't mention that part.
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I HAVE TROUBLES EVERY DAY BUT IT TURNS OUT FINE
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