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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Feza's wings shifted from her sides, finding themselves in a different and momentarily more comfortable position. Only now was her mind questioning the odd address that Kaito was using towards her. What was the title? Address? Thing? Feza didn't know. It didn't sound like an insult, certainly not so. Perhaps it was just a different, super funny way of saying guardsman. Or party thrower. Both worked in her book. Her head nodded when the other pointed to himself, agreeing that yes, she was asking for his favorite flavor. She didn't have the time to survey the entire group for their favorite flavors. Surely the favorite of one person was the favorites of the entire group? She didn't have time to search further! There were parties to throw and cakes to make! "Chocolate? Huh. Don't think I've, I don't think I've had too much chocolate before," briefly the vibrant feline would muse. However, her mind swiftly bounded off again, ears flicking as if dismissing the thought in a manner more rapid than her usual sporadic thinking. "Strawberry cakes. Hopefully strawberries are, are in season." Feza's bright eyes narrowed a little, before a giggle sounded. Kind? She was just doing her job! Being the best party thrower that Tanglewood had ever seen. "Ah, it's, it's in the job, y'know?" The vibrant female somewhat dismissed with her words and a wave of her paw. Her face scrunched up, mouth opening to again babble, "I wonder what other kinds of, if there's other kinds of cakes- funnel cakes! I've never, I've never made a funnel cake before! We should make chocolate and vanilla and strawberry funnel cakes. All the, all of the flavors combined into one."

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THE EMPTY CHAIRS WILL BE RESERVED FOR OUR PITY