slip and slide - ice cubes

[wormwood.]

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

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

It was becoming rather hard for Aurum to really be surprised by whatever Feza had come up with this time. It wasn't exactly unknown that Feza had a habit of coming up with ideas and then swiftly abandoning them in search of something new, and often Aurum even found himself wondering just how many of the female's wild ideas had been abandoned on the cutting room floor. Sometimes he wondered if any of them were just nice normal event ideas that didn't involve paint or glitter glue or something else like that... and then he swiftly stopped thinking about it, because of course they would involved those things. Of course, this wasn't to say that Aurum hated all of Feza's ideas. She had been becoming better as of late at relaxing a little bit, and actually thinking things through before she executed them, and that was always nice, even if it gave her more time to just think of something else and throw an idea out. It was much better than the days of Feza just not consulting anyone, instead opting to just throw whatever random thing she wanted together, and then execute it whenever, including the wee hours of the morning. Those had been bad times, and while Aurum admitted he had overreacted back then, he still didn't feel bad about occasionally getting a little irritated. For the most part, as of late Feza had been keeping quiet inside of her home, a place which Aurum had a tendency to avoid because of the iciness that cut down practically to his bones whenever he entered the building. He had no earthly idea how or why it was so cold, but he could only assume Feza liked it that way, and wasn't just frozen solid inside. Still, needless to say, it had been a while since Aurum had heard Feza calling out for their attention, and he had been peacefully sunbathing in town, soaking up what little heat was still available, when he heard her shrill excited voice.

He considered just ignoring it and instead opting to remain in the sunlight until he dozed off, but then he remembered the look of absolute hurt and disappointment that lingered on her face when nobody showed up to her little get togethers. At this own self guilt trip, Aurum let out a heavy sigh, the Captain pushing himself to his large paws and moving slowly towards the area outside of Feza's home. When he made it to the scene, he blinked slowly down at the "game board" that had been made on the ground, stopping just short of genuinely skidding over it by mistake. Aurum frowned at first, glaring down at the glistening ground, before he saw the lines that had been painstakingly added onto it. What he had originally considered to just be a patch of ice brought on by the weather turned out to be something manufactured, and soon enough he was glancing upward when Feza began to explain her plan. He had heard her calling out about a "new sport", but he had hardly expected it to be something like this, especially considering curling was hardly something very popular like other human sports such as football or baseball. Aurum himself only knew of it from reading books about various human activities, and he wondered where Feza had heard about it as well. Settling down just in front of the icy battleground, Aurum rumbled helpfully after a moment, "Curling. Curling is the name of that "weird sport" you were thinking of." It felt a bit disrespectful to just call it a weird sport. Sure, he certainly didn't see the appeal from everything he had read, but evidently it was at least somewhat popular and worthy of respect. He then said as he glanced around, his eyes lingering on the multicolored ice cubes, "...I suppose I'll play." Somehow he very much doubted that this would go the way that Feza hoped, and he was fairly sure it would just end up with a bunch of ice cubes sliding off into the trees, but he figured he might as well make an attempt to be optimistic.

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