08-27-2019, 02:13 PM
[glow=#000,1,400]MY MAMA SAID THAT I'M NOT LIVING RIGHT. YOU RAISED A LION, MAMA, I AIN'T LYING, MAMA — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
The first one to arrive to his little event was, unsurprisingly, Feza. It wasn't particularly surprising considering how much the leopard enjoyed everything to do with decorating things, having fun, and making friends – despite the fact that it seemed as though Feza wasn't actually doing particularly great with the whole making friends part of that. Especially not with him, given their past history of him snapping at her and absolutely losing his shit. He always felt bad about it in the aftermath, but he didn't particularly feel the need to apologize directly to Feza because... well, she really did annoy him. He couldn't say that anything he had said in the past hadn't been true, because ultimately it had been. Thus far, her two little adventures into annoying the entire camp – her kazoo class and the whole windchime debacle – had done nothing to him except prickle his pelt and made his blood run hot because of how absolutely annoying as shit it always was. When she approached, a large part of him wanted to immediately go to the bitter and cynical asshole answer – see? This is how you host an event, Feza. You just host it at a decent time, and you don't do something so heinously loud that the entire camp wakes up to their ears bleeding – but he held himself back, knowing full well in the back of his mind that he had been being cruel enough to her lately because of his own problems. His emotions were an absolute mess lately, and that had led to him being harsher than necessary, and he knew it.
So, instead of the immediate recoiling reaction of anger and bitterness to Feza that came to mind at first, he forced a small toothy smile to the leopard and rumbled softly as he pushed forward several canisters of glue that he had gotten after a bit of searching, [glow=black,1,400]"I do, but I only have it in one color, which I'm sure that is child's play to you."[/glow] He winced at the slightly sarcastic undertone his voice seemed to unintentionally take, and he shook his head a little bit at himself, internally punishing himself for the fact that he couldn't even manage to get out one friendly sentence to Feza without it sounding like some thinly veiled threat or sharpened jab at the party throwing female. He wished that he could just use his usual friendly tone and genuinely mean it, but lately every little movement and every word that fell from his lips seemed vaguely forced – forced to push through the worry, forced to push through the sadness, forced to push through the pain that was echoing through his mind eternally lately – even when he was being entirely genuine and trying his best to hold things together. And if this little event wasn't a sign of how much he was trying to hold things together, then he wasn't sure exactly what would show it.
After dealing with Feza's arrival, he looked up when Roy arrived as well, and a genuine grin came to his face as he saw the boy. He couldn't really help it – despite himself, he for some reason, he felt a connection to the younger male, and found that he wanted to protect him and make him feel happy, exposing Roy to fun activities that he might've never experienced. He wasn't sure why it seemed so evident, but it was pretty clear to him that Roy hadn't had the happiest life ever in the past, and he highly doubted that the male had ever had the fun of arts and craft in his life before, so he was glad that Roy had actually heard his call and arrived. It seemed that his suspicions had been confirmed when the tiger arrived and asked what exactly was going on, and what they would be creating. Chuckling softly, the male dipped his head to Roy before he began to explain, his tail flicking excitedly from side to side as he smiled at the tiger, leaning against the table that the supplies were on – although not leaning his entire weight against it, since he didn't want to break shit, [glow=black,1,400]"Friendship bracelets? They're bracelets that you make out of stuff like this that you give to people that you care about! Friends, family, anybody that you love! They're meant to represent your deep bond with that person, and you can make them have whatever patterns or things on them that you want. They're pretty fun to make, if you want to try. I know that the flames might make it a bit hard, but I'm sure we can figure out a way around it with just a little bit of effort, you know?"[/glow]
Pushing forward a few of the different supplies he had, he moved over to Roy's side and tried to begin to show him how he could twist things together with his paws and mouth. He could feel the heat coming off of Ray in waves, but he steadfastly ignored it, a crooked little grin on his face as he began to demonstrate for the other male. If he was being honest, he really liked teaching others things that they would enjoy and find fun, and it seemed as though Roy needed fun in his life. He couldn't imagine that the other male was feeling particularly loved while he needed to stay out in the swamp to prevent himself from setting everything on fire, and Worm wanted to change that. He wasn't sure why he wanted to try so hard to make Roy feel welcomed and like he had family here, but perhaps it was just because Worm had such an awful childhood of his own. Sure, Roy wasn't entirely a little child, but still, he was more of a child than most of the members of Tanglewood were, and because of that the lion wanted to make sure that Roy had a pleasant experience living here. Although honestly thus far it didn't seem as though the tiger was really living in Tangle, given his current situation of hiding out in the swamp. Worm could only hope that pretty soon they could figure out how to make it so that Roy could actually live in one of the houses in camp.
So, instead of the immediate recoiling reaction of anger and bitterness to Feza that came to mind at first, he forced a small toothy smile to the leopard and rumbled softly as he pushed forward several canisters of glue that he had gotten after a bit of searching, [glow=black,1,400]"I do, but I only have it in one color, which I'm sure that is child's play to you."[/glow] He winced at the slightly sarcastic undertone his voice seemed to unintentionally take, and he shook his head a little bit at himself, internally punishing himself for the fact that he couldn't even manage to get out one friendly sentence to Feza without it sounding like some thinly veiled threat or sharpened jab at the party throwing female. He wished that he could just use his usual friendly tone and genuinely mean it, but lately every little movement and every word that fell from his lips seemed vaguely forced – forced to push through the worry, forced to push through the sadness, forced to push through the pain that was echoing through his mind eternally lately – even when he was being entirely genuine and trying his best to hold things together. And if this little event wasn't a sign of how much he was trying to hold things together, then he wasn't sure exactly what would show it.
After dealing with Feza's arrival, he looked up when Roy arrived as well, and a genuine grin came to his face as he saw the boy. He couldn't really help it – despite himself, he for some reason, he felt a connection to the younger male, and found that he wanted to protect him and make him feel happy, exposing Roy to fun activities that he might've never experienced. He wasn't sure why it seemed so evident, but it was pretty clear to him that Roy hadn't had the happiest life ever in the past, and he highly doubted that the male had ever had the fun of arts and craft in his life before, so he was glad that Roy had actually heard his call and arrived. It seemed that his suspicions had been confirmed when the tiger arrived and asked what exactly was going on, and what they would be creating. Chuckling softly, the male dipped his head to Roy before he began to explain, his tail flicking excitedly from side to side as he smiled at the tiger, leaning against the table that the supplies were on – although not leaning his entire weight against it, since he didn't want to break shit, [glow=black,1,400]"Friendship bracelets? They're bracelets that you make out of stuff like this that you give to people that you care about! Friends, family, anybody that you love! They're meant to represent your deep bond with that person, and you can make them have whatever patterns or things on them that you want. They're pretty fun to make, if you want to try. I know that the flames might make it a bit hard, but I'm sure we can figure out a way around it with just a little bit of effort, you know?"[/glow]
Pushing forward a few of the different supplies he had, he moved over to Roy's side and tried to begin to show him how he could twist things together with his paws and mouth. He could feel the heat coming off of Ray in waves, but he steadfastly ignored it, a crooked little grin on his face as he began to demonstrate for the other male. If he was being honest, he really liked teaching others things that they would enjoy and find fun, and it seemed as though Roy needed fun in his life. He couldn't imagine that the other male was feeling particularly loved while he needed to stay out in the swamp to prevent himself from setting everything on fire, and Worm wanted to change that. He wasn't sure why he wanted to try so hard to make Roy feel welcomed and like he had family here, but perhaps it was just because Worm had such an awful childhood of his own. Sure, Roy wasn't entirely a little child, but still, he was more of a child than most of the members of Tanglewood were, and because of that the lion wanted to make sure that Roy had a pleasant experience living here. Although honestly thus far it didn't seem as though the tiger was really living in Tangle, given his current situation of hiding out in the swamp. Worm could only hope that pretty soon they could figure out how to make it so that Roy could actually live in one of the houses in camp.
— Reggan