dull turned to light - hay balloons

[wormwood.]

If Wormwood were a more bitter or hurtful soul, he probably would've just admitted that he thought part of the reason that he was always the one to show up on the scene of Feza's events was because nobody else wanted to deal with her nonsense. However, they were all just too cowardly or felt too bad for her to tell her that her efforts to make others happy always backfired and did nothing but annoy people. However, Worm did have an ounce of self restraint, and of he was being entirely honest... he did feel bad for Feza after everything that had happened with her being fearful of him. Hell, he could still tell it was effecting her from the way that she stumbled over her words, her stammering adding on yet another layer of annoyance, although he ignored it since it wasn't exactly anything that she could control. When Feza said that the balloons were meant as a "mobile confetti unit" for everyone, Worm felt the first telltale signs of bubbling anger come up, but he shoved it down, a heavy and heaving sigh leaving his lungs. He shifted one of his wings to flick off more pieces of hay before he rumbled, shaking his head a bit from side to side, "A mobile confetti unit...? You know that confetti is generally made so that if it gets on people, it doesn't cause issues, right? If you use hay instead of confetti, then that can cause problems for people. It can hit them in the eyes and cut them or cause irritation, and hay can also activate allergies as well." He knew that at this point he was sounding like a disappointed Dad, lecturing a disobedient child, but he didn't know what to do anymore. He kept showing up on these scenes, and he kept telling Feza what she was doing wasn't actually accomplishing her task of "bringing joy to everyone", and yet she just kept doing these things, over and over again.

Once he had gotten out his first little bout of annoyance, he then grunted softly at Feza, shaking his head at her as he pointed to the needle she was using with a paw, "You are also aware of just how fragile balloons are too, right? For one thing you shouldn't be using a needle to tie them together, and for another thing, they're so vulnerable that they're going to end up exploding a over people everywhere, and some people are not going to like one. I already had one explode on me, but thankfully it was mostly just my wing and side, so I could get it off easily." He held one of his long wings out to one side, a small frown pulling on his muzzle as a few more small pieces of hay fell to the ground. He knew it wouldn't be long until somebody like Crow came along and lectured him about being "mean" to Feza, or something along those lines, but he honestly wasn't trying to be a cruel person. In fact, if he honestly and truly didn't give a shit about Feza's feelings, he would be spitting with anger and telling her every little hurtful thought that popped into his head. But no, instead he tried his best to just take a deep breath and speak to her calmly and logically, and yet that still set her off, just because he wasn't being fun enough. Eventually there was going to be a certain point where he actually snapped, and he could only hope he would he able to take a deep breath and walk away without doing anything stupid before then.He truly didn't hate Feza, despite what she thought or had heard, he just wanted her to tone down her... Feza-ness, just a bit.

[glow=black,2,300]THE FREEDOM OF FALLING[/glow]