I'VE GOT A GOD-SHAPED HOLE / typhoon

[wormwood.]

☆ 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 —

The proxy was able to notice the discomfort in Goldie's form as she hesitated to speak, but he didn't panic too much, figuring that if it was something truly heinous or anything such as that, the allied leader would've been far more panicked. However, the moment that Goldie finally gave them the news, the tigon felt a grin split over his muzzle, his one blue eye lighting up with happiness. He chuffed happily, his tone turning cheerful, "You're expecting? Oh, that's great Goldie! I'm sure things are gonna be great... suppose that means you're not gonna be around for a while, huh? Probably gonna be real busy." The angel was then distracted by the sound of small pawsteps smacking against the ground behind him, eager as well as panicked. He blinked down at Ivan as his nephew came rushing over, his faint smile growing back into a grin again, before the kit pressed in between his forepaws. Aurum chuckled at Ivan before he rumbled warmly, his chest vibrating with his pleased tone, "She's expecting cubs, Ivan. Like your mother was expecting you and your siblings."

[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #722227; font-size: 24px;"][color=#c16f78]— AURUM

#psychosocial.