AUTUMN MELODY ☆ unhappiness

[wormwood.]

While Echo seemed to be quiet, thoughtful, contemplating her next words carefully, another person appeared on the scene, none other than Crowley. It seemed as though Worm and Crowley had been bumping into each other a lot lately, not that the unknowing angel particularly minded. Despite the fact that Crowley liked to hold himself as if he was the biggest baddest demon in the world – a title that Worm was sure that Crowley would actually wholeheartedly refuse if he was ever offered, although he'd come up with a wholly unconvincing excuse as to why – he was actually a pretty nice guy. He usually showed up to the events happening around the group with curiosity in his eyes and a snarky comment saved up for when he got to speak, and Worm found him pretty amusing. He found it even more amusing when Crowlry began to help him out, starting to gather a few bits of fabric in his paws before hastily seeming to realize what he was doing and stowing it quickly away in the mud. Wormwood would've been annoyed if it weren't for the fact that it was just so funny seeing Crowley trying to seem like he didn't want to help. Shifting his wings upon his back, Wormwood quickly bit down on the inside of his cheek just so that he wouldn't and up laughing directly in Crowley's face, not wanting to insult the other male by implying perhaps he wasn't the best demon. Ignoring Crowley's overwhelming feelings of denial, Wormwood rumbled softly as he shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know what they found so fascinating. Perhaps they smelled some enticing bugs in the hay or something like that. Doesn't matter much anyways, just means that I'll have to find another place to stash the dummies next time."

After a few moments, it seemed as though Echo had finally fought through all of the many clustered questions that had been holding up her mind for the last several seconds, and finally she uttered only a few words, not the ones that Worm had necessarily been expecting. "Haven't met Feza yet." This wasn't something that Wormwood had felt particularly often around the group ever since he had joined. Feza was just such a... commanding and excitable presence that it was nearly impossible to miss her, something that often caused her a lot of trouble, specifically with Worm himself. Sighing a bit as he thought of the brightly colored female – whom he noted had been avoiding him lately, not that he could blame her. She was probably just frightened of him, particularly after everything that had happened when he had been a hellhound – Worm seemed to contemplate his next words carefully before he rumbled back at Echo, trying not to seem too weird about her using his own voice at him, "Feza is definitely a very... interesting character. I can't say that she's my favorite person in the entire world, but she's not a bad person, really. She's a chaser alongside me, and trust me... when you meet her, you'll definitely know that you have. And she'll certainly give you a lot of words to sample from when you want to speak." He wanted to mention that Echo probably wouldn't be a fan if she wasn't that fond of loud people, but he didn't want to say anything that specifically badmouthed Feza, since he still didn't want her thinking that he hated her. Sure, she wasn't here now, but there was nothing saying Echo knew the social cues of not echoing something unpleasant she had heard back to the other chaser. Along with that, there was nothing to say that Feza wouldn't be arriving on the scene shortly as well, since she had a habit of being in the same place as him, just as much as he had a habit of being in the same place as her.

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