GOOD OLD FASHIONED RAZZMATAZZ / tp prank

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ANGEL ❝ AURUM ❞ TANGLEWOOD

The lion had been a bit of a frazzled mess as of late, although he had been trying his best to combat against that. Ever since he had first arrived back to Tanglewood after being kidnapped, things had significantly calmed down in his life. No longer was the constant looming threat of death hanging over his head, nor were his wounds bleeding freely and drawing him closer to the grim reaper. No, he was now very much alive, albeit fighting against the soreness that ached through his body each day, a steady reminder of the fact that he was still healing. He wished his angelic powers also gave him some kind of fast healing property, but he knew that wasn't how it worked, frustrating as that was. For now, he just needed to stay in his frustrated and frazzled state, waiting until he was back to one hundred percent capacity. It probably didn't help that he had a panic attack recently, falling down and no doubt pulling at some of the wounds that he already had. Without a doubt, the lion definitely needed something as carefree and joy filled as a prank war – even though getting over to The Typhoon to pull any pranks would be an issue.

Aurum had been asleep when Goldie's little toilet paper spree had originally started, but it wasn't long before he heard faint giggling from other Tanglers outside, followed up by the captain's firm voice. Chuckling weakly, the former proxy slowly got up to his paws, pointedly avoiding the covered mirror in his room as he headed down the stairs, and out towards the tree that Goldie had taken residence in front of. Once he grew close, the injured big feline let out a soft chuff in greeting, unable to keep the smile from his muzzle as he spoke to his old friend, "Goldie... long time, no see. This is certainly a bold way to meet again." He rose his gaze up towards the toilet paper that now covered the town, chuckling a bit before he shook his head from side to side. His one eye then flicked down to the basket that Goldenluxury had with her, the usual sense of gratefulness filling him as he saw the various gifts that lingered inside. Moving forward to nab one of the cupcakes, he muttered warmly, "And thank you for the gifts, as usual... anything big happen recently?" He was pointedly ignoring his own rather extensive injuries, not wanting to talk about them right now.

BUT SINCE IT FALLS UNTO MY LOT
THAT I SHOULD RISE AND YOU SHOULD NOT

— Reggan