shooting for the stars - turkey

[deimos]

Piers almost flinched as Aurum approached and went straight into making his own turkey. He couldn't imagine dealing with having that stuff stuck to his own fluffy paws, and as if aware of this, tucked his paws beneath his body as he crouched down a bit more. Arts and crafts was a term that Piers knew loosely, but he wouldn't ever be able to do it himself, nor compare with that mindset. It was messy, and a pain in the butt. He shook his head as Aurum spoke to Feza- 'serves you right'.

Piers gaze shifted to the demon. He grimaced again. The poor guy- he was sure Piers would be laughed at if he called Crowley that to his face- was still looking not a hundred percent. He frowned at his statement about food. Piers was hungry, but Indy, his mother, wasn't around and he wasn't exactly sure what to eat otherwise. He exhaled through his nose sharply at his suggestion, as if laughing, before looking back towards the turkey. "I'm sure she had quite the grip on.. arts and crafts to begin with. Maybe it's.. practice. Yes, practice. Practice makes perfect." As he spoke, the cubs head lifted a bit.

His gaze shifted back towards Aurum then. "You need to practice. End of line." He said matter-of-factly, tilting his head as if he knew best. He was going to be a prideful child, it appeared.

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