10-07-2019, 09:26 PM
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Although Feza sometimes did not think ahead about any potential consequences of her antics, Crow knew her intentions were not ill-willed in the slightest. He couldn't possibly get angry with her for any of the things that she did. Wormwood, on the other hand, seemed to dislike her, and had it not been for Feza's admirable ability to hold her own, the tabby would have intervened more than he did.
"It's alright, Wormwood," he spoke as he walked up to the pair, eyeing the balloons that tumbled across the ground. Then he turned to Feza, blinking sleepily. "Just make sure they don't pop in anyone's face. Don't want hay gettin' in someone's eye—that won't feel too good."
"What if ya dyed the hay? Then it'd be colourful..."
Although Feza sometimes did not think ahead about any potential consequences of her antics, Crow knew her intentions were not ill-willed in the slightest. He couldn't possibly get angry with her for any of the things that she did. Wormwood, on the other hand, seemed to dislike her, and had it not been for Feza's admirable ability to hold her own, the tabby would have intervened more than he did.
"It's alright, Wormwood," he spoke as he walked up to the pair, eyeing the balloons that tumbled across the ground. Then he turned to Feza, blinking sleepily. "Just make sure they don't pop in anyone's face. Don't want hay gettin' in someone's eye—that won't feel too good."
"What if ya dyed the hay? Then it'd be colourful..."