08-23-2019, 02:10 PM
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Sleep was hard to come by for the feline, and he liked to take advantage of every second of it that he could possibly get. Now, Crow himself was not pleased in the slightest at being disturbed from his stupor by the clanging of bells nearby his house, and he pulled himself to his feet with a huff and stumbled toward the door and toward the sounds of voices, letting out a toothy yawn whilst doing so. There he would find Feza, who he would assume as the origin of the horrendous sounds, and at this knowledge, he would sigh to himself and walk back home. He would just choose to ignore this one. If she was having fun, then who was he to infringe on it?
Then came Wormwood, his tone harsh as he began to berate the leopard, and Crow stopped in his tracks and once more turn back where he had headed from. It seemed the lion had a vendetta, and he supposed he should do something about this before it got out of hand. "Hey, Wormwood!" he called, voice cracking from unuse. "They're just bells. Can't ya go find someone better to pick on?"
"An' Feza, could you ask before you put windchimes on everyone's door? Some folks don't like that stuff..."
Sleep was hard to come by for the feline, and he liked to take advantage of every second of it that he could possibly get. Now, Crow himself was not pleased in the slightest at being disturbed from his stupor by the clanging of bells nearby his house, and he pulled himself to his feet with a huff and stumbled toward the door and toward the sounds of voices, letting out a toothy yawn whilst doing so. There he would find Feza, who he would assume as the origin of the horrendous sounds, and at this knowledge, he would sigh to himself and walk back home. He would just choose to ignore this one. If she was having fun, then who was he to infringe on it?
Then came Wormwood, his tone harsh as he began to berate the leopard, and Crow stopped in his tracks and once more turn back where he had headed from. It seemed the lion had a vendetta, and he supposed he should do something about this before it got out of hand. "Hey, Wormwood!" he called, voice cracking from unuse. "They're just bells. Can't ya go find someone better to pick on?"
"An' Feza, could you ask before you put windchimes on everyone's door? Some folks don't like that stuff..."