05-03-2020, 11:00 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 —
This was not the first time in Tanglewood that someone had attempted to orchestrate a game of truth or dare. Hell, it wasn't even the first time that someone had tried to orchestrate a game within the tavern. Still, Atticus had been given a task, and Aurum was glad to see that his nephew was sticking to it, even if the angel knew that such a game could spiral out of control quite quickly if not monitored. Because of this, the lion found himself following Atticus as the boy burst into the tavern, not only because of the task that the feline had, but also because he wasn't sure how comfortable he was with the other being in here. Yes, the tavern was meant to be a place for everyone and anyone to hang out and enjoy themselves, but there was still alcohol behind the bar, and he didn't want Atticus being exposed to anything indecent. Moth and Selby would be furious, and Aurum wasn't too keen on that happening himself. Thankfully, it didn't seem as though anyone was being too inappropriate. A few people snickered at Atticus, and some of the adults definitely weren't interested in such a childish game, but that was to be expected.
Moving over to where Atticus was, Aurum sat down nearby and rumbled, a warm chuckle bubbling up from his chest at his nephew's enthusiasm, "I'll play, Atticus." His eye then searched around the room, calm blue searching for whoever his target would be before it locked on, a crooked grin on the lion's muzzle, "Truth or dare, then?" The last time Aurum had really played this game for more than a few minutes had been back when he had been a cub, going back and forth with Poet. So, hopefully, this would be a nice return to his youth.
( Truth: What was, truthfully, your most embarrassing moment?
Dare: Go outside the tavern and do your best interpretive rain dance. )
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #1B1B2F; font-size: 24px;"][color=#44437F]— AURUM
#psychosocial.Moving over to where Atticus was, Aurum sat down nearby and rumbled, a warm chuckle bubbling up from his chest at his nephew's enthusiasm, "I'll play, Atticus." His eye then searched around the room, calm blue searching for whoever his target would be before it locked on, a crooked grin on the lion's muzzle, "Truth or dare, then?" The last time Aurum had really played this game for more than a few minutes had been back when he had been a cub, going back and forth with Poet. So, hopefully, this would be a nice return to his youth.
( Truth: What was, truthfully, your most embarrassing moment?
Dare: Go outside the tavern and do your best interpretive rain dance. )
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #1B1B2F; font-size: 24px;"][color=#44437F]— AURUM
— Reggan