09-11-2019, 11:28 AM
Feza was hosting yet another event, but this time it seemed as though it wasn't something that would make Wormwood tear his own ears off. Even if it had been something annoying that he couldn't stand, he wouldn't have charged in as angrily as he usually did. Ever since what had happened with the tinsel hats, Worm had kept his distance from the snow leopard, not wanting to upset her further with his presence when it waznt needed. But it seemed as though she wanted people around to attend this particular little gathering, and he was a person, so he figured maybe if he attended and just took part peaceably, maybe she wouldn't see him as so much of a threat. It seemed as though she already didn't see him as much of a threat since he was now smaller than her, but he didn't want her scared of him, or petrified he would kill her anyways. He would never hurt another of his classes, no matter how annoying they were, and after her little breakdown... he could see why she did things like this. To cheer everyone around her up. He could see why she put things together, and why she tried so hard to make people happy, when so much sadness had been afflicting the group around her.
Taking a deep breath, the hellhound approached slowly and eyed the offering that Feza had set up, before he pinned his ears back and barked softly, seeming a bit confused, "I'll participate, but... are we going to hold paintbrushes in our mouth, or are we just going to use our paws...?" He would prefer to use the paintbrushes, considering the fact that he was already an unusual bright blue rotted color, and he really didn't need a bunch of paint being added on to that to make him look like an absolute colorful mess – sort of like Feza's present coloring – but he would do it if it was absolutely necessary. After all, he was here to participate the way that Feza wanted him to, and he could always wash paint off afterwards, even if it would take a bit more effort now that his fur was so thick in certain places... although he was also fairly certain that it would've been a nightmare with his old mane as well, since it was usually so thick and tangled up. Still, he missed his mane... he missed his old form in general. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, focusing on one of the pieces of paper before he moved to grab it for himself, trying to imagine what he could paint... he could paint the old city the pride used to inhabit, but that would probably just make him sad in the long run. It would bring back bad memories, and he'd just fall apart. So perhaps he should just paint the town that Tanglewood lived in... maybe he'd paint his family. His thoughts were already racing with possibilities, and he actually felt sort of excited for this particular activity. He supposed that would make Feza happy.
Taking a deep breath, the hellhound approached slowly and eyed the offering that Feza had set up, before he pinned his ears back and barked softly, seeming a bit confused, "I'll participate, but... are we going to hold paintbrushes in our mouth, or are we just going to use our paws...?" He would prefer to use the paintbrushes, considering the fact that he was already an unusual bright blue rotted color, and he really didn't need a bunch of paint being added on to that to make him look like an absolute colorful mess – sort of like Feza's present coloring – but he would do it if it was absolutely necessary. After all, he was here to participate the way that Feza wanted him to, and he could always wash paint off afterwards, even if it would take a bit more effort now that his fur was so thick in certain places... although he was also fairly certain that it would've been a nightmare with his old mane as well, since it was usually so thick and tangled up. Still, he missed his mane... he missed his old form in general. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, focusing on one of the pieces of paper before he moved to grab it for himself, trying to imagine what he could paint... he could paint the old city the pride used to inhabit, but that would probably just make him sad in the long run. It would bring back bad memories, and he'd just fall apart. So perhaps he should just paint the town that Tanglewood lived in... maybe he'd paint his family. His thoughts were already racing with possibilities, and he actually felt sort of excited for this particular activity. He supposed that would make Feza happy.
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— Reggan