10-17-2019, 01:19 PM
Wormwood had to say, Feza was just an awful damn liar. Perhaps she was better at it when she wasn't recovering from some extremely messed up dream and stammering all over herself, but somehow he very much doubted it. Feza had never exactly seemed like the type to be able to deceive others, and while Worm did not know fully of the brightly colored leopard's past, he could tell that she had been rejected and pushed away quite a lot. Did he blame whoever had hurt her before...? Well, it was sort of debatable, but he did want say yes. As much as Feza annoyed him – near constantly, in fact – he didn't want her to suffer. Still, the lion felt the frown on his muzzle growing more and more as Feza stumbled through excuses and hastily constructed lies, and he shifted his wings before shaking his head, rumbling softly at the other, "Feza... burnt and melted jellybeans don't actually smell that nice. They smell, well... burnt. And for another thing, why are you scared of the... ground? I know the ground of Tangleqood can be a bit... swampy, but it's not as if the whole place is going to collapse. Hell, Red would be pretty pissed if anything collapsed into the bunker." Wormwood quickly shoved away the thought of Red as soon as it came, his ears flattening against his head before he forced himself to relax, not wanting to think about the gorilla that he hadn't seen in... days. Weeks, perhaps. Instead he just sighed and forced a smile, rumbling as he gently stomped one of his paws against the earth beneath him, "Look, see? The ground is just as solid as it was yesterday. What the hell changed? Be honest, Feza."
[glow=black,2,300]THE FREEDOM OF FALLING[/glow]
— Reggan