isabella - weekly task

[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 —

Selby and Aurum did not share a great deal of things in common, but if there was one thing that they did both do, it was overwork themselves. The angel had taken note a great many times of how exhausted Selby often looked, and he had definitely noticed just how often the sawbone was quick to rush over when someone was injured, as if he were always listening for the next call of his name. While this was technically a good trait for such an important male within the group to have, Aurum couldn't deny that he had been a little but relieved to hear the task that Beck had assigned Selby. Just telling his adoptive father to relax? Aurum was sure that was something Roy had often dreamed of being able to do to him. Now all they could hope for was that Selby would actually follow through with it, and wouldn't just spend the entire time on edge, pretending he was relaxing when he was actually just waiting for the task to be considered "over." Selby didn't seem grumpy or stubborn enough that he would do such a thing, but the domestic feline was also one of the members of the group that Aurum didn't know as well, despite the other being involved with his sister.

As of late, Aurum had been making it a habit of his to visit his sister's home every so often to check in on how she was doing after the birth of the kits, as well as check in on the kits themselves. They were already pretty rambunctious and outside enough that he could probably just ask them himself, but the angel never passed up the opportunity to spend some time with his sister and just talk, especially lately. This time he had a basket with him, full of some food and some books that he thought Moth might like for the kids, and he carried it all within his jaws from his house to hers. He knocked a large paw against the door before he pushed it open, placing the basket down to speak, "Hey Moth, thought I'd come... oh." He blinked in surprise as he was greeted with the sight of Selby, the other seemingly surrounded by supplies for beading. Aurum found himself staring down at the colorful crafting tools before he spoke, a soft smile coming to his muzzle, "Hello Selby. Sorry to intrude, I'll be out of your fur soon... nice work. Having fun?" He gestured a paw to the already completed bracelet in front of the other, ready to turn and take his basket to go. He obviously knew Selby and Moth lived together, but it wasn't often that he found himself running into the other on his little constitutionals.

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

#psychosocial.