09-11-2019, 01:00 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Work, work, work. Sometimes it felt that that was all there was. Work in the morning, work in the afternoon, work in the evening. Go home and pretend it won’t be the same tomorrow. The cycle continued viciously and endlessly, filling the grieving feline with an overwhelming sense of dread and weariness. It would be different when Moth was fully trained, but for now, Selby’s plate was full to the brim.
All of this to say that Selby needs a break. Not even a long one. Just a few hours where he wasn’t worried that someone might get hurt, that Leroy might kick the bucket at any moment, or that Beck might freak out and tear his stitches again. (The last scenario he knew was unlikely due to the sedatives he continuously administered to the ghost, but still the worry was there.)
After one morning coming from Beck’s houseboat, he heard a call. Painting? He’d never tried it before, but it sounded interesting. On top of that, the promise of relief, even for a brief moment of time, was too good to pass up. Though his encounters with Feza were few and often negative, he doubted that anything could go wrong here. It was only painting.
Selby studied the scene, eyes lingering on the tubes of glitter glue. "I’d like to try, Feza. You did a good job setting up."
All of this to say that Selby needs a break. Not even a long one. Just a few hours where he wasn’t worried that someone might get hurt, that Leroy might kick the bucket at any moment, or that Beck might freak out and tear his stitches again. (The last scenario he knew was unlikely due to the sedatives he continuously administered to the ghost, but still the worry was there.)
After one morning coming from Beck’s houseboat, he heard a call. Painting? He’d never tried it before, but it sounded interesting. On top of that, the promise of relief, even for a brief moment of time, was too good to pass up. Though his encounters with Feza were few and often negative, he doubted that anything could go wrong here. It was only painting.
Selby studied the scene, eyes lingering on the tubes of glitter glue. "I’d like to try, Feza. You did a good job setting up."