10-15-2019, 05:57 PM
Wormwood couldn't think of a single one of Feza's antics thus far that he had actually enjoyed or hadn't fretted horribly over. He wasn't sure if that was because he was just a stick in the mud, or if it was because Feza was so bad at her party throwing activities that nothing she did was actually that fun. Worm chose to believe that it was the second one, since he knew that he was capable of having fun. Hell, he had fun a lot of the time, especially when he was around others whose company he enjoyed. Feza's events, however? They usually seemed as though they were... poorly planned. Sure, she put a great deal of effort into them, but usually Feza didn't think of the consequences of her actions, nor did she think about why something might be dangerous. It constantly put Wormwood on edge, especially since it was now literally part of his and Feza's jobs to keep people safe. Meanwhile Feza would just throw herself into whatever she wanted to do, without considering whether she was going to end up with all of her limbs broken, or whether she was going to end up hurting others. Still, at the very least, it seemed as though Feza wasn't causing danger this time, she was just sort of... being annoying. To him, at least. Mainly because, as she went back and forth from her home to other places with plates of jellybeans, he found himself very aggravated.
He first stumbled upon Feza's horrible little inventions when he stepped on one, his nose wrinkling at the faint stickiness that clung onto the pads of his feet. He huffed and tossed the plate that had stuck to his foot aside ignoring the way that it clattered against the ground. The lion guardsman then sighed and followed along the line of plates that was in front of him, quite sure he knew exactly where all of it was coming from. Sure enough, he eventually arrived at Feza's house, where she was beginning to toss out more of the plates to use as stepping stones. Grumbling softly, Worm found himself wishing his could pinch the bridge of his nose just to get out the pure frustration he felt at whatever the hell Feza was doing this time, "Feza... what exactly are you doing? Why are you trying to cover our territory in dirty plates of abused jellybeans?" He tried not to seem like he was aggravated, but he very much was, and he wanted to know what the hell Feza thought she was accomplishing with this.
He first stumbled upon Feza's horrible little inventions when he stepped on one, his nose wrinkling at the faint stickiness that clung onto the pads of his feet. He huffed and tossed the plate that had stuck to his foot aside ignoring the way that it clattered against the ground. The lion guardsman then sighed and followed along the line of plates that was in front of him, quite sure he knew exactly where all of it was coming from. Sure enough, he eventually arrived at Feza's house, where she was beginning to toss out more of the plates to use as stepping stones. Grumbling softly, Worm found himself wishing his could pinch the bridge of his nose just to get out the pure frustration he felt at whatever the hell Feza was doing this time, "Feza... what exactly are you doing? Why are you trying to cover our territory in dirty plates of abused jellybeans?" He tried not to seem like he was aggravated, but he very much was, and he wanted to know what the hell Feza thought she was accomplishing with this.
[glow=black,2,300]THE FREEDOM OF FALLING[/glow]
— Reggan