DESIGNER SHADES TO HIDE YOUR FACE ☆ o, halloween sculptures

[RHINESTONE.]

LEADER ❝ RHINE ❞ PALMCLAN

Seeing the utter joy on Quasar's face alone was enough to leave Rhinestone pleased with himself, and calling this entire endeavor a success. After all, he had been given the task by Quasar, and he was always happy with the opportunity to make his son happy, even if it was through something silly like this. The leader found himself chuckling at the leaves that sprayed out from between the sandmen, thoroughly displaced by the present of the vaporwave canine within them. The rust red feline found himself purring, reaching one of his paws out to flick a few clinging leaves from Quasar's pelt, "I'm glad that you're happy with what I've put together, Quasar. The task itself definitely fit into the spirit of things... and gave me the perfect art project to clean up some of the junk that was still sitting around the boardwalk." He pressed a paw briefly against the tire that was fit snugly around one of the sandmen's waists, a proud little smirk on his muzzle. It would be a shame when the tide fully came in, and he would have to properly dispose of everything.

Stepping back, Rhine was about to ask if Quasar wanted to make one himself, only to hear the eager steps of unstable paws as Foamkit came charging forth. The tom opened his mouth to warn Foam that he was a little off with his aim, but it was already too late, and Rhinestone winced as the kit's nose collided with the base of the sandman. Thankfully, Foamkit's small form wasn't enough to do something too damaging, like being the entire sculpture down on top of himself. It took only a moment for the other to find his way into the lead pile proper, and Rhine let out a soft snort of amusement as he saw the child shift before settling. Reaching out one of his long limbs once again, Rhinestone attempted to gently boop Foamkit on his exposed nose, saying with a lighthearted snicker, "Looks like one of the first things your future mentor will have to work on is your aim, huh Foamkit?" It was debatable whether or not Foam would understand the teasing remark, but if he did, Rhine was sure he was about to be fixed with a cold childish glare.

NEVER OPENED MYSELF THIS WAY
LIFE IS OURS, WE LIVE IT OUR WAY

— Reggan