the breaking downfall - costumes

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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There was a short tensing moment that Feza found being put upon herself when Wormwood had approached. She took in a deep breath. The air made her feel a little bigger, and when the air had to be expelled she tried to imagine all of her terror being put into that one sharp huff. A paw raised and rubbed at her face, wiping away the expression of exhaustion. "Hi, Wormwood." She said, tone as pleasant as the sleep deprived snow leopard could manage. She gave her pelt a shake, small tufts of pink, blue, and yellow fluff being whisked away in the breeze. "Special? Hm." Her expression turned thoughtful, weight moving back on her haunches. The definition of a scarecrow was vague to her. A squint of her blue eyes suggested trying to mentally imagine such a thing, and what she could change. "Maybe some lint, for cobwebs? And some charcoal to add a little, y'know," the feline made a vague gesture with a paw, "yea? Y'know." Her tone turned awkward for a few seconds. For a moment, she had wanted to suggest some red paint. What was more spooky than a bloody scarecrow? Considering what had happened recently, though? She wasn't about to suggest such a thing. "Maybe some brown food coloring to, y'know. Make the scarecrow feeling a bit more authentic. They're out there in the rain and wind all the time. They could use some cake."

Feza's ears swiveled, and then her head followed when she noticed Crowley approach. Her front paws kneaded at the ground beneath her while her feathered wings pressed against her sides a little tighter. She hated how she had fallen apart in public like that. She should have strove to hid it, smiled harder, longer, hiding it underneath her pleasant smile and high voice. "Well, let's see. I've got them all sorted out here. Recommending something won't go well if I don't know what you're looking for- what about a pumpkin?" Feza suddenly cut off, blue eyes widening. There was a giddy look that flickered to life, one that had been hidden under fear and exhaustion for some time. "See, your tail could be a stem, yea? Of course, I've got other costumes here. A lot, actually. What would you wanna go as? A genre, I mean." She bounced, moving around one of the costumes to show another, her own fluffy tail rapidly flicking behind her.

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