04-22-2020, 11:16 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 —
Although Aurum had never known Morgan nor Vignere – in the past, that is. He knew Vignere on some level now – he had never been one to leave a boy in need, or ignore a clanmate. Especially a new one. So, when the proxy heard Alan calling out to announce that he was serving birthday cookies, he was fairly quick to approach, heavy steps leading the lion over. He would need to mark this day on his calendar for the future at some point, considering he had begun to make it a habit to learn his fellow tanglers birthdays – specifically after he had realized he hadn't known Moth's birthday. Plus, a child's birthday was usually considerably more significant, since it marked another year of development and big changes. While Alan might've been somewhat skewed in age thanks to his hybridization, he was very much still a child to Aurum, who was used to the aging and development of his fellow lions. Hell, Aurum himself was only somewhat considered an adult, and he had been within Tanglewood for nearly a year now, after the kanye years he had lived on his own and with his pride.
Inspecting the setting that Alan had made for them all, Aurum felt a soft chuckle leave him, the corners of his muzzle turning up in a smile, "Hello Alan... this is very impressive, especially for someone your age. I'd be happy to have some cookies." The angel was a little bit hesitant to get in one of the chairs, unsure of how they would handle his considerable weight, but he still moved over to one, climbing up onto it and flattening his wings down against his back. He wasn't particularly eager to have the feeling of stone digging into sensitive feathers. Once he was comfortably positioned at the table, Aurum once again focused his attention on Alan, rumbling as he glanced at the little area set up for games, "So... I'm assuming these birthday cookies are for you? How old are you turning?" He wished he had some sort of gift for the hybrid, but it wasn't as if he could've predicted this happening so soon.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #1B1B2F; font-size: 24px;"][color=#44437F]— AURUM
#psychosocial.Inspecting the setting that Alan had made for them all, Aurum felt a soft chuckle leave him, the corners of his muzzle turning up in a smile, "Hello Alan... this is very impressive, especially for someone your age. I'd be happy to have some cookies." The angel was a little bit hesitant to get in one of the chairs, unsure of how they would handle his considerable weight, but he still moved over to one, climbing up onto it and flattening his wings down against his back. He wasn't particularly eager to have the feeling of stone digging into sensitive feathers. Once he was comfortably positioned at the table, Aurum once again focused his attention on Alan, rumbling as he glanced at the little area set up for games, "So... I'm assuming these birthday cookies are for you? How old are you turning?" He wished he had some sort of gift for the hybrid, but it wasn't as if he could've predicted this happening so soon.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #1B1B2F; font-size: 24px;"][color=#44437F]— AURUM
— Reggan