YOU AND I ARE GOING NOWHERE ☆ lion body return

[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 appearance of two more on the scene only made Aurum's grin grow wider, the male slowly shaking out the red and gold feathers of his large wings. It wasn't that he wanted to show off to a larger audience. Rather, he just wanted to make sure that everyone would know that it was him in this body, rather than anybody else. He had been in his tigon body for quite a long time, and most would need to know who he was, considering he was who people would need to go to if Leroy was incapacitated or busy. Besides, perhaps it would make a little bit more sense now for Moth and Selby's children to consider him their uncle. He was fairly sure of the fact that Ivan hadn't really been too confused about the whole thing – the boy didn't seem overwhelming concerned with gender roles, at least not yet – but the others had been a little bit confused. The different in species between he and Moth probably wouldn't ever make a lot of sense, even when he tried to explain to them the adoption argument, but they seemed to accept their relations as fact, more or less.

Glancing over at Alaric, Aurum allowed himself a snort, figuring that the other was lightly teasing despite the monotone way that he spoke. Perhaps he was just growing used to Alaric's speech patterns, now that the male had been around a few days. Either way, the proxy allowed himself a firm nod before he responded, "I am. Navigating the swamp without the ability to fly was beginning to get on my nerves a little bit. Plus, it's definitely a relief to no longer constantly have to watch my belly. Now I have to watch the little rascals that are out in the real world, but... I can deal." Looking in the direction of Ivan next, the angel allowed himself a smile, always amused by his nephew's dry way of adding to things. Ivan might've been considered odd to some – and Aurum couldn't always argue otherwise – but he was family. Tail flicking from side to side behind him, he allowed himself to sit, a soft hum leaving his muzzle, "I dunno, Alaric seems plenty happy to me. You just can't always tell thanks to the stony face." He let the light joke out in Alaric's direction, feeling carefree as he interacted with his fellow tanglers.

[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #1B1B2F; font-size: 24px;"][color=#44437F]— AURUM

#psychosocial.