Prickly Pears [cacti & house]

[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 comment about his form change certainly made a little awkward chuckle leave Aurum's throat as soon as he heard it, but he didn't think of it as overwhelmingly rude. Or perhaps he had just grown used to Eulogy's rather blunt, motherly nature. Either way, he wasn't too offended as he shrugged his shoulders, mumbling half to himself, "Yeah, well... it was certainly a bit of a surprise to find myself stuck in." Eager to get off the subject of himself, the proxy brightened slightly at the questioning for help, dipping his head to Eulogy. He mumbled to the tigress as he got back up to his paws, heading inside of her home, "It's no problem, Eulogy. I had to move a lot of stuff around in my new house, so I know that it can be a pain..." Moving over to the sheep coat in question, the tigon leaned down to grip it carefully in his jaws, grunting as he lifted his head back up. It certainly was a strain, especially with the lack of his usual muscle, but he still managed to half pull and half drag it towards the door, trying his best not to rip it as he lifted it over the threshold of the doorway.

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

#psychosocial.