the breaking downfall - costumes

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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An excitement solidified when Feza noticed another person coming to her little event. Thrilling. This was what she liked, what she wanted, it made her happy and joyful and the snow leopard could not keep a little bounce hidden. Her tail was swinging back and forth behind her, paws rummaging through the piles of costumes that she had to offer. Something spooky? Horror-like; not that Feza knew a lot about horror. Horror was too spooky nor was it joyful. That was in addition to the fact that Feza hadn't exactly had the opportunity to watch a horror movie before. "Are scorpions horror like? That's a pretty big phobia, if uh, if I remember right." Her eyes squinted for a few moments. "There isn't one in a package here, but I could make you one! Or maybe a spider. Spiders are another super duper scary creature." She rambled, mind tossing between one idea and then the next.

"If you wanna go for a theme then you could probably, you could, there's, you could be a pumpkin family." Feza's voice grew more sporadic, her wings unfurling a little from her sides. To her knowledge? This was someone entirely new, someone she had never met before. Setting a good example was a must, and her head lifted up a little bit higher. "Or rock paper scissors! That one, that's one that works really good for a trio!" A grin was present on her face, ears raised and a glint of delight in her icy blue eyes.

Feza turned to Wormwood next. The thrill of her festivity taking off seemed to entirely demolish her fear - buried under how swiftly her mind was turning over ideas. It was something her sporadic mind was good for. "Food coloring doesn't stain fur. You'll, you'll just have to take a really good bath afterwards and wash your clothes good. If you, if you even wanna keep 'em clean and not reuse them next year." Her stammer had faded, replaced with a giddy tone that absolutely overtook her high pitched voice. The snow leopard had absolutely no idea what Disney was, which was a surprise considering how she lived in a party store and all. She hadn't paid much attention to the brands, nor did she really comprehend the story behind them all. A festivity was a festivity, after all.

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