08-02-2019, 05:47 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 55%; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]It had taken her a whole day of planning, but finally she had finished with organizing her first 'grand party scheme'. It would be magical, musical evening. She forgot to make snacks, but that was fine. Snacks weren't included on the posters that she had scribbled up, flown up into the air, and thrown about as she went screaming through the air earlier that day. It would be worth it. It would be glorious!
'kazo class @ 2 am at the bech come an learn how t ply the cazoo', was the note that she had written on torn and tattered paper. Her handwriting was messy, the result of trying to write without having hands nor practice. Which was fine, it got the point across well. Why two in the morning was questionable, why at the beach was questionable, and her spelling was equally as guessful as a toddler's.
The snow leopard had a box of kazoos next to her, and her own kazoo resting under paw. Feza didn't seem tired in the slightest- awake and alert and waiting for people to come and learn how to play the greatest instrument of all time: the kazoo. She absently gave such a few toots as she sat and waited. The box had come from a store that she had raided, and judging from the other boxes that she had dragged out here, there was likely more to come after. What that was, well, it was hidden within Feza's chaotic yet peaceful mind. She was peaceful enough to have the patience to wait, yes. Not patient enough to keep herself from tooting on her kazoo when the waves on the shore weren't loud enough to sate her need for noise.
'kazo class @ 2 am at the bech come an learn how t ply the cazoo', was the note that she had written on torn and tattered paper. Her handwriting was messy, the result of trying to write without having hands nor practice. Which was fine, it got the point across well. Why two in the morning was questionable, why at the beach was questionable, and her spelling was equally as guessful as a toddler's.
The snow leopard had a box of kazoos next to her, and her own kazoo resting under paw. Feza didn't seem tired in the slightest- awake and alert and waiting for people to come and learn how to play the greatest instrument of all time: the kazoo. She absently gave such a few toots as she sat and waited. The box had come from a store that she had raided, and judging from the other boxes that she had dragged out here, there was likely more to come after. What that was, well, it was hidden within Feza's chaotic yet peaceful mind. She was peaceful enough to have the patience to wait, yes. Not patient enough to keep herself from tooting on her kazoo when the waves on the shore weren't loud enough to sate her need for noise.
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FULZANIN is a 19 year old content creator. Currently roleplaying as Beezlebub in the Pitt and Jotunhel in the Typhoon. Time spent outside of work and writing is typically done in Creatures of Sonaria. FULZANIN is also in a happy relationship, and is aegosexual/asexual herself.
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