09-02-2019, 01:05 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Selby, mixed up in his misplaced fury, was unable to hear Wormwood’s approach and was therefore very surprised as he was hauled away from the dreaded roses. He hissed lowly, hating the touch and the change in direction was both disorienting and upsetting. He glanced up at the offender, trying his best to identify the odd form. This person was a stranger to him. Why did they know his name? Did news of Pastel spread so quickly? Was he now known by his deceased sister?
It was difficult to tune in to the words being spoken to him, but he realized that this was Wormwood. His fury melted away, but was replaced with an intense feeling of shame. The feline became embarrassed by his disgruntled appearance and felt the need to apologize. "Sorry," he rasped, finding it difficult to speak with the cuts at his mouth. He spat out another mouthful of blood, careful to aim away from his fellow tangler. "I’ll... I’ll get this all.. all cleaned up. Don’t worry ‘bout me." Why was it so difficult to speak? "Sorry," he said again, without quite knowing what he was sorry for but feeling ashamed of himself nonetheless.
It was still hard to focus, and when Leroy made his appearance, Selby was surprised yet again. He didn’t understand everything said, but he could tell that the proxy was upset with Wormwood. "Sorry," he wheezed, and there was a tight, painful feeling in his throat. Would he ever run out of things to apologize for? It certainly didn’t seem so. "Didn’t mean... didn’t mean to make a scene. Don’t be angr-ang- upset with him, please. My fault."
And then, without warning, his eyes welled up with thick tears. Selby hiccuped quietly as the tears started to fall, unable to stop them. His fierce yellow gaze dropped to the ground, and he focused on an interesting rock.
It was difficult to tune in to the words being spoken to him, but he realized that this was Wormwood. His fury melted away, but was replaced with an intense feeling of shame. The feline became embarrassed by his disgruntled appearance and felt the need to apologize. "Sorry," he rasped, finding it difficult to speak with the cuts at his mouth. He spat out another mouthful of blood, careful to aim away from his fellow tangler. "I’ll... I’ll get this all.. all cleaned up. Don’t worry ‘bout me." Why was it so difficult to speak? "Sorry," he said again, without quite knowing what he was sorry for but feeling ashamed of himself nonetheless.
It was still hard to focus, and when Leroy made his appearance, Selby was surprised yet again. He didn’t understand everything said, but he could tell that the proxy was upset with Wormwood. "Sorry," he wheezed, and there was a tight, painful feeling in his throat. Would he ever run out of things to apologize for? It certainly didn’t seem so. "Didn’t mean... didn’t mean to make a scene. Don’t be angr-ang- upset with him, please. My fault."
And then, without warning, his eyes welled up with thick tears. Selby hiccuped quietly as the tears started to fall, unable to stop them. His fierce yellow gaze dropped to the ground, and he focused on an interesting rock.