THE HAND THAT FEEDS ☆ friendship bracelets

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i heard you were looking like the moon — tags

Many individuals did not get to see Roy. He remained in the marsh, keeping his fire away from where it could harm others, and keeping his surroundings exposed so that nothing could ever sneak up on him. He'd not gotten to participate in much of anything revolving this new home, and he was not sure if he ever would. Perhaps it was better off that way, though. The weapon had never seen so much life before. Every day was something new. It let him take in more things at his own pace, at the very least. Seeing the inside of forests, towns, junkyards, islands, deserts, and whatever else the world may provide, could just very well overwhelm him.

He laid upon a rock, staring at his surroundings silently, when he hears Wormwood's call. His ears swivel towards the sound, and he does not approach immediately. He is not so sure he's invited to whatever this may be. But, the sentence captures his curiosity, along with the colors.

What was all this? The burning tiger looks around the various decorations with a head held low. "What are?" the boy would question softly to the announcement of friendship bracelets. He had never read anything about those before, he doesn't think, and neither the doctor nor the other had any mention of such a thing. He was familiar with the idea of gifts and jewelry, but he'd never heard the term Wormwood spoke of. The flaming boy stands a bit farther off from the lion and leopard, watching cautiously as he awaits an answer.