10-05-2019, 02:39 PM
[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; width: 500px; font-family: georgia;font-size:12px;text-align:justify"]Contrary to likely many of the Tanglewood member's thoughts, Moth was a fan of the horror genre. At first, when she had discovered different horror books, she wasn't a fan. That was until she realized how dumb they were in comparison to herself when it came to scary things. Moth simply froze at stuff, but they went into the dark rooms in the basement and in the sewers where they *knew* something was lurking before promptly dying - at least Moth didn't go looking for danger. When she had heard Wormwood's announcement about showing a screening of a horror movie - one she'd never seen before and couldn't think of a book about it, in fact - she got excited. Then she heard where it was at, and her ears pinned back to her head. Beck's boat. She wasn't sure that was going to go well, considering Beck didn't know this was going to happen until it was already said and done.
Though she had gone, just in case. Just in case it was something that Beck would be a fan of - he liked horror, she had heard, and maybe it was true - though it seemed as though he wasn't a big fan of this going on. Hearing the voice of Worm speaking to Beck and knocking on his door, and Beck opening up the door, tired and frustrated sent Moth's ears pinning to the back of her head. Padding forward, the domestic feline would look over to the two, maw opening for a moment before it closed as she tried to think of what to say, before it finally opened at last, words spilling out. "You don't have to talk to anyone if you don't want to Beck, but it might be nice to watch the movie with you. Get you out of the boat and get some fresh air, might help with healing too?" She wasn't sure if fresh air actually helped or if it was just a myth, but she could only hope for the best. "And if you don't want to, we can leave." Well, she'd leave if he wanted her too. She couldn't speak for anyone else.
Though she had gone, just in case. Just in case it was something that Beck would be a fan of - he liked horror, she had heard, and maybe it was true - though it seemed as though he wasn't a big fan of this going on. Hearing the voice of Worm speaking to Beck and knocking on his door, and Beck opening up the door, tired and frustrated sent Moth's ears pinning to the back of her head. Padding forward, the domestic feline would look over to the two, maw opening for a moment before it closed as she tried to think of what to say, before it finally opened at last, words spilling out. "You don't have to talk to anyone if you don't want to Beck, but it might be nice to watch the movie with you. Get you out of the boat and get some fresh air, might help with healing too?" She wasn't sure if fresh air actually helped or if it was just a myth, but she could only hope for the best. "And if you don't want to, we can leave." Well, she'd leave if he wanted her too. She couldn't speak for anyone else.