can't sleep [o; exploring the library]

[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 —

Aurum supposed that he shouldn't have been surprised by the arrival of Simon on the scene as well, considering most of the siblings tended to stick together – a fact that warmed the lion's heart, considering his own distance from his brother. He offered Simon a smile as the other approached, before flicking his ear at the boy's question, dipping his head, "Yeah, there are a few pictures. They're not colored, but they're really nice black and white pictures that show some of the scenes. Real pretty." Perhaps that wouldn't be all that exciting to his nephew, who no doubt probably preferred picture books with intriguing, colorful images, but maybe it would warm the other up to the idea of reading it. The proxy's attention was then pulled away by Ivan, the dark furred male talking about how he wanted to start a book club. The suggestion made Aurum's soft smile grow into a full grown grin, his tail flicking excitedly behind him, "A book club? That's a great idea, Ivan. Perhaps you could start one and invite all your siblings and the other children. That way you could get many different opinions on one story." That was the point of book clubs after all, right? To share your tastes with other people, and look at things from new perspectives. At least, that's how the lion saw it. Perhaps Ivan had something else in mind.

Turning his attention finally once again to Alice, Aurum found himself wincing a bit when she began coughing again. He knew there was little that could be done for her condition, but he still wished he could be able to just hug her close and make all her pain go away. His poor little niece didn't deserve the pain that came with illness, just as his brother hadn't. Touching his nose to the young feline's head, the golden angel rumbled softly, "It's no problem, little one. Here, let me try and find it." He turned, padding off through the aisles to try and find the series in question. In his searching, he came upon Caustic, pausing when he saw the scientist. After a moment of hesitation, he waved a large wing, greeting the wolf casually, "Caustic... hello. I didn't realize you were here... would you like to join the children in discussing stories?" He had noticed that Caustic seemed to have a sort of weakness for children, so he thought perhaps the canine wouldn't mind participating in some literary conversation.

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

#psychosocial.