turn like the worm on a lure - kaito kid

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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Sometimes Feza couldn’t finish a festive task quick enough. Sometimes her mind was too quick for her. She couldn’t finish doing something before her thoughts had changed to something else and left her grasping at straws. She was a sporadic person, one that jumped between thoughts and tasks so swiftly that it left her home in a rather hazardous state. Piles upon piles of unfinished festive ideas were strewn about. In a way, it did represent her. She always made sure that the festivities when they were finished were presented with a smile, no matter how absolutely in shambles they were on the inside. A happy facade, one that Feza had kept neatly bound and hidden away. Only once had that shambled side come to light, and swiftly she had been proven how awful her life would be if she did not keep smiling without a single care.

Not everything she wanted for a party could be found in her home. It meant she actually had to get up and walk around. Such was nice, it gave Feza the chance to stretch her otherwise unused wings. Humming softly, the vibrant feline trotted along up until she saw.. well, it certainly wasn’t someone she’d seen before! Curiosity fluttered to life in her mind. Did she know them? Yes she did! He was the one that had done those magic tricks briefly! Large and feathered wings spread open, aiding her sudden bounds over. “Hey hey hey!” Feza’s greeting as she almost charged right into the other was filled with glee, and accompanied by a joyful smile on her face. “You’re the, you’re that guy that did some uh, some, some magic tricks not too long ago, right? The super, the really cool ones?” Curiously her head tipped to the side, and it was the only pause to be given before Feza continued her rambling. “Do you, would you like to, uh, help me with a little party idea I have? I’ve never had magic at my parties before!”

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