the catastrophe melody - kazoo.2

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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One by one, people were coming to her event. Her fellow Tanglers, the people she sought to please and bring joy to. The melody of the kazoo would rejuvenate their souls, she was sure. It sure did for hers! It eased up a constant ache that was present, a crushing feeling that she fought hard against. The joyful toots of the kazoo filled her ears and could make the feeling in her lungs be of the exhaustion of air rather than whatever else it was. Her tail rapidly swung behind her when she noticed the first to arrive. Deep down, Feza supposed, her re-doing this festivity did have a little to do with her.. truce? Make-up? Whatever it was that had gone between her and Aurum. To show that she'd improved, that her parties and festivities truly were for the bestest of grand intentions. "I'm glad you asked! Y'see, last time, in addition to it being so dark no one could see anything," there came her top-of-the-head reasoning for now having it in the daytime, "I realized that not everyone has th' parts to play a kazoo. Which is really sad. So! I've got these balloons attached to the kazoos. Squeeze the balloon, it blows into the kazoo for you!"

Feza snagged one of the modified kazoos with a paw. She pulled it closer to her. Grinning, the vibrant feline had lowered her paw to rest on the balloon. She had to pause when she noticed Crow's approach."It blows into the kazoo, see, I'll show you!" After her explanation, she carefully pushed down on the balloon. In addition to some air spilling randomly from the gaps in her tape-work, a noisy toot came from the kazoo. Having not tested this prior, the glint of sheer delight in the snow leopard's eyes truly was genuine. "That way, uh, you don' gotta put your mouth on it. Sanitary reasons." Despite having already acknowledged the mouth issue department, Feza's mind swiftly changed to the next logical reasoning. Her paw pushed down again, sounding another toot. Her fluffy tail began to madly flick behind her, absolutely delighted by the noise she was making. She was a noisy person. The noise felt nice to her ears, it felt wonderful to have some form of noise around her. Talking was nice, and sometimes it was better than the delightful toot of the kazoo. She would not deny the pleasant warmth that came from another kazoo toot, snickering.

Her head lifted and turned upon noticing the third person to approach. Hadn't she.. spooked this person a while ago? That dilemma had become a blur in her mind. Not happy. Not enjoyable. Not important. It had been filed away in her mind under being too similar to her nightmares - being pinned down by a lion had been enough to warrant such a thing - and so she entirely ignored it when it barely scraped into her conscious thought. "Is.. anyone gonna.. participate?" The snow leopard kept her grin, but her tone fell into something similar to uncertainty. It was fine if no one wanted to, really. Feza wasn't sure what she'd do with all her contraptions if absolutely no one partook. It would be like last time. She would do something and no one would partake.

Absently she tooted the contraption kazoo, ears flicking. "I-I mean, I can still explain all the wonders of the kazoo! Yes, yes, I can do that!" Not a moment later her slightly disgruntled expression disappeared. Her paws scrambled to grab her own kazoo. Unmodified, green and orange. It looked a little banged up: Feza had the musical item in her possession for quite some time. "Okay so, so, so this is, this is what I call the dooter end. 'Cause it makes the doot. The most pleasant doots." Feza set the kazoo down, pointing with a paw to the narrow end where the noise came from. Her tail was rapidly swinging behind her again, delightful flickers returning to her icy blue gaze.

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THE EMPTY CHAIRS WILL BE RESERVED FOR OUR PITY