refutable pumpkins - bean bags

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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Some of the stuff in Feza's home was hazardous. Such had been made known to her when she'd had a box crash on her head and cause for her to briefly lose her memories. It hadn't lasted for long at all, and it had been an absurd time for Feza after. She'd tried to clean up, but the guardsman was far from being organized. All her chaotic party ideas were strewn about between shelves and piles on the floor. Some small things she'd even wound up sticking into the ceiling, even, to try to alleviate the clutter. It wasn't helped by Feza being quite the hoarder.

An item that she had found was a strange board. The board was slanted with a singular hole up near the top. The purpose had alluded Feza until she'd found the bags of beans that were meant to be used in association. Blue eyes looked between the two items, feathered wings tugging a stray bag close. How did this work? Feza paced around the board a few times. A shrug of her fluffy shoulders followed. It couldn't be that festive, and she kicked the board into a pile of steadily growing 'garbage'. Fluffy paws and teeth helped her carry it over to her crafting station. It was just as much of a mess as the rest of her home, but her glitter glue and other piecing together tools were primarily kept here. Soon, she'd figured out a good, festive use for the bean bags.

Dragging out her table proceeded the careful setup of the beanbags. A marker and sheets of paper were then laid on the table, followed by the actual beanbags. Googly eyes were placed on them, too be expected. Her fluffy tail wriggled behind her as she carefully began to draw intricate lines across the paper. Finally she was done, and went back inside to fetch the last of the beanbags. "I have, I've got a brand new game here! If anyone wants to come and, if anyone would like to come give it a try I c- I can give the run down!" She calls out, ears perked as she waited to see the turnout of a long overdue idea from the confines of her festive mind.

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THE EMPTY CHAIRS WILL BE RESERVED FOR OUR PITY