THE HAND THAT FEEDS ☆ friendship bracelets

[wormwood.]

[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]

Wormwood blinked and looked up as Feza shifted, turning to return back to her unusual home in order to get more supplies for their fun little activity. He shook his head in response to her question about needing more glitter glue, but then blinked in surprise when she asked him what his favorite color was. He blinked a couple of times, his mind stuck in thought, before he rumbled softly as he looked down, his face faintly burning in embarrassment at the fact that he had never actually really contemplated the question before, [glow=black,1,400]"Ah, oh! Uhm... I suppose that my favorite color is gold, if you can believe that..."[/glow]" It felt a bit silly to say, considering that gold was the color of his own pelt, along with the splashes of red that covered him, and it felt sort of narcissistic. But honestly that wasn't why gold was his favorite color. Rather, it was because gold had been a very important color back in the pride, and in all of his stories. Gold was the color of loyalty and royalty, and considered to be almost holy in reverence. Because of that, he enjoyed choosing gold as the color of most things around him, and it was definitely a favorite of his, and had been for many years. However, perhaps that would change one day when his memories of the pride finally faded.