plight of sight - snowballs

[wormwood.]

i was born, on the highway, in a train wreck

with a heart, that was beating, out of my chest

Referee. The suggestion of what to make Crowley made a soft chuckle leave the lion's muzzle, his head shaking from side to side. He was never one to make generalizations based off of Crowley being a demon, but this seemed like a scenario where it wasn't quite the best position to put him in. Crowley even echoed his thoughts, before the smaller feline said he could still do it with a little mischievous grin. Aurum rumbled softly to the other male, fond amusement in his one blue eye as it flicked down to the other, teasingly poking him in the head with a large gold and red wing, "I have a feeling that our scores are going to become oddly complex with you as referee." He could feel the big grin on his face at the prospect, even though his words were supposedly admonishing the demon. Who knows, perhaps having a referee that liked to mix things up a bit would actually make the game a bit more entertaining – even if he wasn't entirely sure what the game was yet. Sure, Feza had said they were having a snowball fight, but how were points tallied in the first place? Would Crowley have to keep his eyes on everywhere all at once, just to make sure he always made a note when someone scored a hit? That seemed tedious, not to mention impractical. Still, he didn't want to make Feza feel bad about her idea, so he shrugged it off, trying not to think too hard about it. He was sure that whatever "festive prize" Feza had in mind wasn't worth arguing over anyways.

When Crowley leaned into him, just the faintest bit, Aurum felt a warm chuff leave him, glad that the demon had actually allowed himself some physical affection, even if he was only doing the bare minimum to lean into it. Sure, he loved seeing Crowley flail about a but over receiving affection and attention, but most of all he just liked seeing Crowley happy and cared for, usually by himself. During his happy thoughts, both Feza and Crowley commented on how he had flames, which would be far more effective than the blankets he had initially offered. Snorting, Aurum said as he stretched out a bit, staying pressed against Crowley as he did so, "While that is true, I've only used my fire powers so far for roasting enemies or roasting food, never for just simple heating that isn't mean to hurt anything. I don't think Crowley would like to end up burnt like a roasted turkey." Although honestly, the mental image of the demon scowling while being covered in herbs like a turkey was pretty damn amusing. It was after this that Feza acknowledged the distinct size difference between Aurum and the rest of the group, and the lion said with a faint nod at her suggestion, "I guess it is true that I've got two other forms... I'll use my hellhound form then. It's a nice middle ground before too big and too small." He gave a nice firm nod before Feza pointed him to where he was going. He gave another nod at this, although he didn't move quite yet. He would go over when there were actually others around to compete with, since he didn't want to deprive Crowley of his warmth quite yet.

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