DEATH ROAD TO CANADA ☆ jack o lanterns

[wormwood.]

If Worm was honest with himself, he knew deep down that pumpkin carving probably wasn't the absolute best use of his time when compared with certain other activities, but still, he needed something to occupy his time and his mind. Besides, pumpkin carving did tend to cheer up those around him who did enjoy the Halloween holiday, and even though it was difficult at first to figure out how to do the carving without hands, it had gradually gotten easier and easier with every pumpkin he carved. So much so that he hadn't even realized how many pumpkins he had carved until he was done, and he was forced to find a carriage to pile them all up into. He hadn't thought too much of it when he had called out, but when three others approached, some of them acting as if it was a big deal for so many of them to be carved by him, he felt a bit of an embarrassed blush coming up beneath his thick golden fur. Still, he just took a deep breath and smiled when the others approached, noticing Leroy greeting him and pulling away one of the few uncarved pumpkins to carve his own design on to. The lion felt a soft smile come to his muzzle as he dipped his head back at the proxy in greeting, before the canine wandered away to work on the pumpkin. Worm turned away for a moment to keep unloading the last of his pumpkins, when he heard Leroy's grunt and little mumble about his pumpkin being a beauty. Turning around, the guardsman took in the pumpkin for a moment before he chuckled and rumbled in amusement, "She really is, Leroy. I'm sure that anybody who looks at your pumpkin will feel very happy about being greeted, so nice job!" He pulled down the last of the pumpkins before Crowley and Selby approached, with Crowley asking if he did all of it on his own.

Shifting a bit awkwardly on his large paws, the lion rumbled as he folded his wings close against his back, turning around to face the demon before he spoke, his shoulders shrugging, "I suppose that I did it all by myself, but it isn't that big of a deal. I mean, I could use my claws like makeshift knives, so that sped it up a little." He then watched the feline look over several of the different pumpkins that were littered around, with a large variety of different faces gracing their little orange forms. He could definitely tell that the other was attempting to look detached when he chose a pumpkin for himself, but Worm couldn't help the smile and chuckle that left him when the fallen angel began to roll the pumpkin he had chosen just a bit away from the others, "Thanks Crowley. Glad they're up to your standards." There was a faint teasing tone in his voice, until his attention was pulled away by the approach of Selby. Blinking at the Sawbone, Worm found himself once again sheepishly chuckling, his tail flicking around behind him as he flicked a paw over some of the pumpkins that surrounded him, "Ah, you're welcome. Like I said, it was no problem. I just... I'm happy to make everybody else happy with these pumpkins. Especially the people who love Halloween. I know there's at least a few!"

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