04-21-2020, 07:56 PM
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With years weighing his young shoulders, Beck could recognize a classic game from anywhere. And a couple of not-classic ones, too. Party games, board games, video games -- the variety was endless, but could only keep his mind sated from boredom for so long. The poltergeist once chased the entertainment of competition, the thrill of childish play he missed from years of survival.
Maybe he still did.
Feza was an oddball. But that was okay; he was an oddball, too. And birds sharing the same wayward feather poking out from the rest of plumage often flocked together, huddling next to each other and admiring cheerful simplicities. After meeting the caterpillars she called neighbors, a slight fondness blossomed in his undersized chest, aching for another friend.
Bandaged paws approached, quiet on the dew-decorated grass. Both Crow and Aurum lingered nearby, both enough to dampen the fond spark of the poltergeist as he leaned further from their taller forms. But a game was a distraction he could afford, so Beck merely offered a half close-lipped smile to the pair before beaming at the vibrant leopard. "Hi, Feza," he wheezed, plopping on his rear beside the heap of stuffed bags, googly eyes charmingly wobbling back with each prod. "I like the eyes on these. They're cute." With the compliment, another crooked smile appeared. He always felt better when Selby praised him, even for little things. If he could make just one person feel the same, then he would be happy.
Maybe he still did.
Feza was an oddball. But that was okay; he was an oddball, too. And birds sharing the same wayward feather poking out from the rest of plumage often flocked together, huddling next to each other and admiring cheerful simplicities. After meeting the caterpillars she called neighbors, a slight fondness blossomed in his undersized chest, aching for another friend.
Bandaged paws approached, quiet on the dew-decorated grass. Both Crow and Aurum lingered nearby, both enough to dampen the fond spark of the poltergeist as he leaned further from their taller forms. But a game was a distraction he could afford, so Beck merely offered a half close-lipped smile to the pair before beaming at the vibrant leopard. "Hi, Feza," he wheezed, plopping on his rear beside the heap of stuffed bags, googly eyes charmingly wobbling back with each prod. "I like the eyes on these. They're cute." With the compliment, another crooked smile appeared. He always felt better when Selby praised him, even for little things. If he could make just one person feel the same, then he would be happy.