10-21-2019, 09:24 PM
After what had happened the last time that Worm had approached Feza's certain brand of insane festivities, he was definitely... cautious when.he approached her call. He didn't want her flipping out on him again with rambling thoughts about how he wanted to kill her – he didn't – or how he hated her – he also didn't, she just annoyed him occasionally. Still, completely ignoring Feza for the rest of time would probably put her in a more depressive state than actually interacting with her, and it wasn't as if this time she was doing anything too crazy, just putting out costumes and supplies for everyone. Personally, he already had a costume in mind – a scarecrow, made from the fabric and hay he had left over from his training dummies – that was meant to be a bit ironic and funny, considering the recent trouble he had been having with crows and bats tearing apart his things. He also wanted to be able to make a joke about how he was going to go around terrorizing the leader of their little group. Sure, it was a stupid and cheesy joke about Crow's name, bordering on a Dad joke, but he had a right to make Dad jokes. After all, he was one now, right? Even if he had yet to get back his son yet.
Padding over slowly to the large pile of costumes that Feza had piled up in front of her home, he began to sniff at them, coughing a little at the dust that filled his lungs. The costumes had definitely gone unused for at least a year, if not more, so he found himself backing up a little and settling on his haunches, just so that he wouldn't have a sneezing fit. He hesitated for a moment before he looked up to meet Feza's gaze, saying softly as he shifted his wings upon his back, "Erm, I've already got a costume picked out for Halloween this year – a scarecrow – but do you have anything here that you think would make it more special?" He supposed that was a simple enough way to start the healing process of their relationship. After all, he wasn't too casual or too awkwardly forward and friendly, and he hadn't started off with any hostile words, just a simple question. Surely Feza wouldn't find any threat in that, right? If anybody could find a threat in that, it probably would be Feza, since Worm honestly couldn't understand how her brain worked, but he hoped that she wouldn't.
Padding over slowly to the large pile of costumes that Feza had piled up in front of her home, he began to sniff at them, coughing a little at the dust that filled his lungs. The costumes had definitely gone unused for at least a year, if not more, so he found himself backing up a little and settling on his haunches, just so that he wouldn't have a sneezing fit. He hesitated for a moment before he looked up to meet Feza's gaze, saying softly as he shifted his wings upon his back, "Erm, I've already got a costume picked out for Halloween this year – a scarecrow – but do you have anything here that you think would make it more special?" He supposed that was a simple enough way to start the healing process of their relationship. After all, he wasn't too casual or too awkwardly forward and friendly, and he hadn't started off with any hostile words, just a simple question. Surely Feza wouldn't find any threat in that, right? If anybody could find a threat in that, it probably would be Feza, since Worm honestly couldn't understand how her brain worked, but he hoped that she wouldn't.
[glow=black,2,300]THE FREEDOM OF FALLING[/glow]
— Reggan