03-17-2020, 10:48 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 —
Aurum hadn't spent that much time with his new niece and nephews yet. This wasn't really by choice, considering he was often kept quite busy by proxy duties, or his own weekly tasks or, nowadays, dealing with whatever the cubs had decided they were going to do to his body today. For the most part they had been merciful, but there were certain days where the angel simply couldn't leave the house because of the little gremlins growing inside him. Today, however, was not one of those days. The proxy had been feeling rather well, with most of his usual work completed and some time off to just rest and take a breather. He had decided to do this at The Deathless Hound Tavern. Despite not being able to really drink any liquor at the tavern at the moment, Aurum still found the place to be comforting, considering how much time he had spent putting it together. He was glad to just enjoy the cozy interior, and also see other people enjoying it as well. For the most part he had just been sitting in the corner, drinking some water while chatting idly with some other NPC tanglers, when suddenly the doors swung open, and in came Atticus Roux.
At first, Aurum was hesitant, worried that the child had come into the tavern to do something wrong, like snatching a bottle of something from behind the bar. However, this didn't seem to be the case, as the little tabby leaped up upon a table before announcing himself. Blinking at his nephew, the angel began to chuckle, saying with a warm grin and a shake of his head, "Ah... I suppose I'll play there, Atticus." What was the harm in a little idle game of truth and dare? He hadn't been doing anything particularly productive anyways.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #722227; font-size: 24px;"][color=#c16f78]— AURUM
#psychosocial.At first, Aurum was hesitant, worried that the child had come into the tavern to do something wrong, like snatching a bottle of something from behind the bar. However, this didn't seem to be the case, as the little tabby leaped up upon a table before announcing himself. Blinking at his nephew, the angel began to chuckle, saying with a warm grin and a shake of his head, "Ah... I suppose I'll play there, Atticus." What was the harm in a little idle game of truth and dare? He hadn't been doing anything particularly productive anyways.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #722227; font-size: 24px;"][color=#c16f78]— AURUM
— Reggan