assault their senses with persuasion - painting

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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Feza had given the vixen a smile when she approached. The snow leopard's insides twisted a little- she didn't even know this one's name. It had been confusing in the tree situation, where other names were being tossed about and used. It had befuddled her. Not that it mattered- little mattered to her in truth. She fetched another paint kit, fumbling with the latches to get it open. "As long as you try!" She happily chirped. The kit finally opened, almost being flung from Feza's grasp. She stumbled for a moment, before giggling and then sliding it over to the other. "Er. Well, not really. You could do it mindlessly, I suppose. It's just a for fun little thing. Doesn't really matter the effort level." She babbled, tail sweeping behind her.

Then her blue gaze turned to Selby, holding back a small scoff. To her it didn't make any sense as to how someone could do any activity without the use of glitter glue. Preposterous, really. A lengthy word for such a thought, licking a paw as she turned it over a few times. The limb was a little sore from struggling to open all of the painting kits. "If you change your mind, I've got a lot." Of course the party-oriented feline did. She had collected rows upon rows of glitter glue- she was even trying to learn how to formulate her own kind of glitter glue. A kind that was oriented towards her purposes. Dried faster, stuck better, and was more glittery. She would be surprised if there was ever a limit to the amount of glitter that she liked present in her glue. Maybe she could replicate the glittering by cutting up small pieces of reflective confetti. She stood there, thoughtful, tail slowly flicking behind her. The movement reminded Feza that she had yet to turn and paint anything herself.

Her claws unsheathed to try and open the canister easier. It flung open - easier to open than the last one had been - and the paintbrush popped out and almost smacked her in the face. Feza recoiled, giving a small grumble. "Okay then," she said softly to herself. The vibrant snow leopard grabbed the paintbrush, applied the first paint that she saw, and then just smacked it against the page. Feza didn't know what she was painting, she just wanted the vivid colors on the paper. Lots of paint splotches dotted the paper of all different colors and hues. Some had mixed together, some hadn't. She took a pace back, feeling mighty proud of the vibrant eyesore that had become her painting. Then the snow leopard turned to fetch the glow-in-the-dark glitter glue, and splattered that upon the page as well. Her ears swiveled when she heard that Wormwood had finished, her head following suit.

"Oh, it really is everyone! You've done this before, haven't you," Feza said, a bound and a flap of her wings carrying her over to look at the hellhound's painting. It was no contest, there was no prize for who painted the best. No, it was but a mere painting session, it was to destress the group from the horrors of reality. Feza felt the surge of pride and delight. This was working. This really was working! "It's not simple, it's got lots of...people, yes, so it's not too simple. Lots of color too!" She liked all of the colors in particular- was that any surprise when her own painting was just a mess of paint smacked against a canvas. Feza's blue eyes watched as he pointed out everyone present on the canvas, her tail falling still against the ground. "Do you want another paper? And, and you too Selby, since it looks like you're done with your's, too." Right, she'd forgotten to even go and look at the other's painting! How rude, how inconsiderate, how foul. She turned, keeping her tail close to herself as to not knock into the easel she had been inspecting prior.

Feza looked over the painting a few times, then pointing a little with a paw. "The grass looks nice- it's grass, yea?" She made sure to clarify. She vaguely understood the concept of trying to create one thing, but it being taken for another. The box gods knew how badly that had hurt her a while ago. She tilted her head a little, and then presented a smile upon her face. "This is really good too! Do you- do you want me to fetch something to hang it up with? I've got thumbtack things back inside, if you'd- if you'd want to hang it up. Or whatever you want to do with it. It's yours." Feza again blathered on. A flick of her tail added to her words, gesturing back to her home. "More paper, too. I got a lot here, if you wanna paint more." Feza knew she was repeating herself, but what was wrong with making sure that her question was made clear? Her smile remained present upon her face, looking back and forth between the two that were finished with their paintings.

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THE EMPTY CHAIRS WILL BE RESERVED FOR OUR PITY