you can't whisper above the thunder - crowley

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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Feza's tail flicks rapidly behind her. She is excited, it is demonstrated in numerous ways. Her raised ears, the grin on her face, the light in her blue eyes, the twitching of her entire body, and the rapid movements of her tail. She is delighted at the aspect of a party coming into existence. It is her sole purpose, after all. She could not settle until every last Tangler was happy and having a good time. "Oh. Well. I had another question I was gonna ask you, I had for you specifically but, uh, I uh, I kinda forgot what it was. Probably something about fruit punch." Feza rambled, raising a paw briefly to wave. When the next question the serval proposed to her reached her ears, the vibrant feline bounced on her paws. "It's almost New Years, yea. People like to do festive stuff around New Years. I don't need a, there's no reason to not be festive, at least to me. Off topic. So, uh, I'm making party hats for everyone! I just need someone to help me, I just need help makin' them is all." Feza assured bouncing her weight to the side, her wings spreading to ease her sudden change in balance.

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THE EMPTY CHAIRS WILL BE RESERVED FOR OUR PITY