09-18-2019, 10:06 PM
Wormwood did tend to have quite a bit of a sweet tooth, but it tended to be a very subjective sweet tooth. After all, there was a big different between some good sweet candy, or some carefully prepared dessert, as opposed to... whatever it was that Feza had just made with the child's toy masquerading as an oven. He was aware that the oven technically did fulfill its purposes of baking food, but the way he saw it was: if you wanted your kid to bake something, why not just use a normal oven? Sure, it could be a bit more dangerous, but with parental supervision it would be fine, and plus it would help teach them the valuable life skill of using an oven for when they were adults. Still, it wasn't as if he was a human, and it also wasn't exactly as if there were any humans still around for him to lecture – and this was all under the assumption that they wouldn't just run away screaming at the sight of the unpleasant undead hellhound that Wormwood currently was.
Getting back to the topic at hand, Worm had been out for a walk around the territory when suddenly the sound of Feza's voice reached his ears. His large ears pinned back against his darkly colored mane of hair for a moment, considering not going over at all. After all, it seemed as though he had damaged Feza's psychique enough with his presence in the past, and he had been trying his best not to rain on her parade too much as of late, but... he was also pretty sure if he just didn't show up, she would still be upset. After all, Feza's entire purpose in life seemed to be to cheer everyone else up around her, and even though Wormwood was – from her perspective at least – nothing but a massive sourpuss, it still seemed as though she wanted him to be happy to. In fact, it almost seemed like his constant harshness with her actually meant that she wanted to make him happy more than anyone else in the group, since it would mean that she had cracked even the toughest nut of the group into happiness. Worm actually ended up pretty amused by the thought of that, since most of the time the hellhound was actually one of the happiest and most optimistic members of the group, next to Feza herself – which wasn't exactly a hard title to obtain, considering how many hardships Tanglewood was constantly facing – and he wasn't actually usually as angry as he appeared to always be when around Feza. It was usually just the timing of whatever the snow leopard was doing that led to his fury.
This time, however, Wormwood actually felt no anger over what Feza was doing. Sure, it was pretty messy, but it seemed as though the majority of this activity had just ended up messing up the inside of her odd party store home, rather than anywhere public. Plus it was a decent time of day, and the cupcakes didn't look... so bad. He definitely could've done without all of the extra glitter piled utop them, even if there was a divider, but that was really his only major complaint about this particular activity. So, rather than avoiding another member of the group entirely, he decided that this would be a good chance for him to actually mend things between him and Feza. Padding over slowly, the canine sniffed at the cupcakes for a moment before looking at the other and barking with the tilt of his head to one side, "Delicious cupcakes, eh? What kind of cupcakes are they? I can't really tell, underneath all the glitter..." He made sure that his voice held no malice as he spoke, instead just seeming genuinely curious over what was inside of the messy confectionery goods. After all, he'd only had cupcakes a couple of times in his life, and he had no idea what kind of cupcakes could be made with the silly little human toy oven that she had used.
Getting back to the topic at hand, Worm had been out for a walk around the territory when suddenly the sound of Feza's voice reached his ears. His large ears pinned back against his darkly colored mane of hair for a moment, considering not going over at all. After all, it seemed as though he had damaged Feza's psychique enough with his presence in the past, and he had been trying his best not to rain on her parade too much as of late, but... he was also pretty sure if he just didn't show up, she would still be upset. After all, Feza's entire purpose in life seemed to be to cheer everyone else up around her, and even though Wormwood was – from her perspective at least – nothing but a massive sourpuss, it still seemed as though she wanted him to be happy to. In fact, it almost seemed like his constant harshness with her actually meant that she wanted to make him happy more than anyone else in the group, since it would mean that she had cracked even the toughest nut of the group into happiness. Worm actually ended up pretty amused by the thought of that, since most of the time the hellhound was actually one of the happiest and most optimistic members of the group, next to Feza herself – which wasn't exactly a hard title to obtain, considering how many hardships Tanglewood was constantly facing – and he wasn't actually usually as angry as he appeared to always be when around Feza. It was usually just the timing of whatever the snow leopard was doing that led to his fury.
This time, however, Wormwood actually felt no anger over what Feza was doing. Sure, it was pretty messy, but it seemed as though the majority of this activity had just ended up messing up the inside of her odd party store home, rather than anywhere public. Plus it was a decent time of day, and the cupcakes didn't look... so bad. He definitely could've done without all of the extra glitter piled utop them, even if there was a divider, but that was really his only major complaint about this particular activity. So, rather than avoiding another member of the group entirely, he decided that this would be a good chance for him to actually mend things between him and Feza. Padding over slowly, the canine sniffed at the cupcakes for a moment before looking at the other and barking with the tilt of his head to one side, "Delicious cupcakes, eh? What kind of cupcakes are they? I can't really tell, underneath all the glitter..." He made sure that his voice held no malice as he spoke, instead just seeming genuinely curious over what was inside of the messy confectionery goods. After all, he'd only had cupcakes a couple of times in his life, and he had no idea what kind of cupcakes could be made with the silly little human toy oven that she had used.
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— Reggan