11-30-2019, 01:53 AM
i was born, on the highway, in a train wreck
with a heart, that was beating, out of my chest
Crowley was next to arrive at the little event that Feza had put together, and Aurum didn't even flinch as the demon half tripped and half sat down beside him, the angel's wing just raising slightly to rest against Crowley's back as if it were the most natural thing in the world. To Aurum, it pretty much was, and he barely hesitated before his ears perked up to listen to Feza. A small chuckle left the older of the two guardsmen when she pointed out that none of the materials involved in the creation of the little turkeys would be very tasty, a fact that Aurum was very much sure of. He then said, his fluffy tail flicking from side to side behind him as he glanced down at his strange mishmash of materials that looked absolutely nothing like a turkey, "Trust me, I wasn't thinking of eating it or anything. I'm sure you're right that it wouldn't taste very good." There was some very snide part of Aurum that wanted to comment on how he was sure that Feza had probably tasted glue and glitter before firsthand – a fact that, even while true, would've been dickish to point out – but he held that side of him back. After all, he and Feza had been getting along much better lately, and Aurum didn't want to upset the delicate balance of things by making it seem like he still bitterly disliked the snow leopard. He honestly didn't, since she had become sort of a staple of his life over time. Sure, maybe they weren't as close as say, he and Crowley or he and Moth, but he still considered Feza family on some level.
Aurum was completely ready to follow whatever instructions Feza then decided to give, but she was preempted by both the words of his demon companion and the new kid, Piers. Blinking over at Crowley, the large lion snorted and said as he kept his glue covered paws away from Crowley's fur, not wanting to dirty the other with his attempts at crafts, "Trust me, it's much harder than it looks. If you don't believe me, you can feel free to try." His tone was teasing, rather than annoyed, and he didn't actually mind that Crowley wasn't exactly participating. The injured male was getting some rest in the company of others, and that was never something that Aurum was going to be annoyed about, even if he felt a bit silly with his paws coated in glue and fluff balls. He then glanced over at Piers, considering the boy's words for a moment before nodding and rumbling softly, "Well... I'm sure that is true, but I can hardly practice if I don't have the proper method of doing it in the first place. If I just wung it and did it the wrong way, then I would be practicing bad habits. That's why I was asking." It wasn't as if he had ever really attempted an arts and crafts project before, always believing there was something more important that was worthy of his attention, including just a simple book, so he doubted that he would be able to figure it out on his own without any sort of instruction. He figured Feza was the perfect teacher in this case, considering he wasn't even sure if she did anything all day except for arts and crafts. Supposedly she hunted occasionally, but he doubted that she could be that successful, considering the incredibly bright pelt she was forced to work around.
It was after all of this that Feza finally seemed to pipe up, her eyes lighting up with delight, seemingly at the prospect of actually helping someone with doing one of her projects. It was actually pretty sweet and childlike, as Feza seemed to be most of the time. She nodded firmly at Piers's words, and Aurum tilted his head to one side when the female mentioned the cardboard boxes, an odd exasperated sound leaving him in the moment. He had heard Feza mention her supposed cardboard box gods several times before, but he still didn't really understand how she could actually believe that cardboard boxes had godlike powers. Although, he supposed that if he tried to explain how the entirety of the hierarchy of heaven worked, it would probably sound pretty damn strange and outlandish to any sort of outsider, so perhaps he shouldn't have been throwing stones from a house made of glass. Taking a deep breath, Aurum listened intently to the advice that Feza gave him, slowly nodding his head and mumbling softly as he focused on his little mishmash with his one eye, "Alright, I guess that makes sense..." He then carefully leaned his muzzle forward, carefully gripping one of the glue sticks in his maw and beginning to stick things together. It was exceedingly hard for him to do so, since his jaws were incredibly powerful and meant for things like snapping through bone and tearing through muscle, not gently gripping a glue stick, but he managed alright.
Aurum was completely ready to follow whatever instructions Feza then decided to give, but she was preempted by both the words of his demon companion and the new kid, Piers. Blinking over at Crowley, the large lion snorted and said as he kept his glue covered paws away from Crowley's fur, not wanting to dirty the other with his attempts at crafts, "Trust me, it's much harder than it looks. If you don't believe me, you can feel free to try." His tone was teasing, rather than annoyed, and he didn't actually mind that Crowley wasn't exactly participating. The injured male was getting some rest in the company of others, and that was never something that Aurum was going to be annoyed about, even if he felt a bit silly with his paws coated in glue and fluff balls. He then glanced over at Piers, considering the boy's words for a moment before nodding and rumbling softly, "Well... I'm sure that is true, but I can hardly practice if I don't have the proper method of doing it in the first place. If I just wung it and did it the wrong way, then I would be practicing bad habits. That's why I was asking." It wasn't as if he had ever really attempted an arts and crafts project before, always believing there was something more important that was worthy of his attention, including just a simple book, so he doubted that he would be able to figure it out on his own without any sort of instruction. He figured Feza was the perfect teacher in this case, considering he wasn't even sure if she did anything all day except for arts and crafts. Supposedly she hunted occasionally, but he doubted that she could be that successful, considering the incredibly bright pelt she was forced to work around.
It was after all of this that Feza finally seemed to pipe up, her eyes lighting up with delight, seemingly at the prospect of actually helping someone with doing one of her projects. It was actually pretty sweet and childlike, as Feza seemed to be most of the time. She nodded firmly at Piers's words, and Aurum tilted his head to one side when the female mentioned the cardboard boxes, an odd exasperated sound leaving him in the moment. He had heard Feza mention her supposed cardboard box gods several times before, but he still didn't really understand how she could actually believe that cardboard boxes had godlike powers. Although, he supposed that if he tried to explain how the entirety of the hierarchy of heaven worked, it would probably sound pretty damn strange and outlandish to any sort of outsider, so perhaps he shouldn't have been throwing stones from a house made of glass. Taking a deep breath, Aurum listened intently to the advice that Feza gave him, slowly nodding his head and mumbling softly as he focused on his little mishmash with his one eye, "Alright, I guess that makes sense..." He then carefully leaned his muzzle forward, carefully gripping one of the glue sticks in his maw and beginning to stick things together. It was exceedingly hard for him to do so, since his jaws were incredibly powerful and meant for things like snapping through bone and tearing through muscle, not gently gripping a glue stick, but he managed alright.
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