03-02-2020, 05:47 PM
☆ HUNG PICTURES OF PATRON SAINTS UP ON MY WALL TO REMIND ME THAT I AM A FOOL. TELL ME WHERE I CAME FROM, WHAT I WILL ALWAYS BE: JUST A SPOILED LITTLE KID WHO WENT TO CATHOLIC SCHOOL —
It was sort of charming, watching Itsy and Abathur interact, so much so that Aurum was hardly all that upset by Abby interacting less with him and more with her. The two of them were sort of like awkward lovestruck teenagers, just with a heaping helping of absolute genius on one side of the equation. The proxy admittedly didn't know too much about spiders or how they went about finding companionship, but he could certainly qualify what Itsy and Abathur had going on as flirting. Or as close to flirting as the angel was sure he would ever see from one such as Abathur, who was usually far too preoccupied with his own goals and curiosities. Much like Beck, Aurum found himself wondering exactly what it would be like to see Abathur and Itsy children skittering around, but his mind was far less preoccupied with the vicious female eating male part and more occupied with what an Itsy and Abathur child could possibly be like. One with the brains of their father and the warm, charismatic nature of their mother? That child would surely be unstoppable as they grew. The thought made him chuckle a bit.
While the male was fairly certain of the fact that he didn't really have anything extremely important he needed to do right this minute – his proxy duties were debatable in terms of how important they were, and he did most things he needed to do in the morning – he supposed he could understand what Abathur was saying. He just wanted a little bit of time on his own. The proxy found himself nodding his head, ready to turn and head off to let Abathur get what he wanted done, but then the large arachnid spoke again. He wanted to know if he got any dirt outside of the area? Aurum looked warily over at Beck's dark and dirty pelt for a moment before he spoke in a rumble, "A little bit of dirt got out and I think hit Beck, but... it's fine. I'll help clean up a little. No big deal." He began to move around the edges of the little gardening area, sweeping up the dirt with his tail and his large paws. The dirt stained his golden fur a little bit, but he didn't mind that much. After all, all it meant was that later he would have to go for a quick bath in the brook while hopefully bathing in the sun at the same time.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #722227; font-size: 24px;"][color=#c16f78]— AURUM
#psychosocial.While the male was fairly certain of the fact that he didn't really have anything extremely important he needed to do right this minute – his proxy duties were debatable in terms of how important they were, and he did most things he needed to do in the morning – he supposed he could understand what Abathur was saying. He just wanted a little bit of time on his own. The proxy found himself nodding his head, ready to turn and head off to let Abathur get what he wanted done, but then the large arachnid spoke again. He wanted to know if he got any dirt outside of the area? Aurum looked warily over at Beck's dark and dirty pelt for a moment before he spoke in a rumble, "A little bit of dirt got out and I think hit Beck, but... it's fine. I'll help clean up a little. No big deal." He began to move around the edges of the little gardening area, sweeping up the dirt with his tail and his large paws. The dirt stained his golden fur a little bit, but he didn't mind that much. After all, all it meant was that later he would have to go for a quick bath in the brook while hopefully bathing in the sun at the same time.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #722227; font-size: 24px;"][color=#c16f78]— AURUM
— Reggan