[glow=#000,1,400]BUT NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU, AND I WILL NOT BE PART OF YOUR DESIGNS — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
Worship to cardboard boxes? Was this new person completely off her rocker, or was he just so tired he couldn't understand what the fuck was happening? Maybe it was a bit of both. Thankfully, it didn't seem like he was the only exhausted one here. He looked up when Poetking dragged himself up beside the larger lion, and he gently flicked his tail against Poet's spine in greeting, saying in a grumbling purr, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"Apparently this a class to learn to play the weird stupid horn that Feza plays – a kazoo, I think she called it? I don't see why it was best to have this class at two in the morning."[/glow]" He glared pointedly at Feza as he said this, his tail lashing a bit. He didn't want to learn anything about playing a kazoo, he wanted Feza to not host a noisy fucking class in the middle of the night.
When Bink came flapping over, Wormwood looked up and offered a paw to the bird so that he could come closer, tucked securely against Worm's chest. He then rumbled, relaxing a bit now that others were also pointing out just how ridiculous this all was, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"That is true, Feza. Did you think at all about your groupmates that don't have the lips or ability to blow into a kazoo? Poor Bink may feel left out."[/glow] Worm honestly desperately hoped that this convinced Feza to call off this damn stupid class.
When Bink came flapping over, Wormwood looked up and offered a paw to the bird so that he could come closer, tucked securely against Worm's chest. He then rumbled, relaxing a bit now that others were also pointing out just how ridiculous this all was, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"That is true, Feza. Did you think at all about your groupmates that don't have the lips or ability to blow into a kazoo? Poor Bink may feel left out."[/glow] Worm honestly desperately hoped that this convinced Feza to call off this damn stupid class.
— Reggan