STUPID CANDY KINGDOM ☆ thanksgiving feast

[roan ;]

SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

The first two attendees of this little gathering happened to be Torsten and Paintbrush, two males that Roan happened to know pretty well. As soon as the soothsayer saw his little brother, he came to the realization that perhaps the other would need help, spotting that the various dishes were spread out too far for the boy's still short limbs. The medic was about to get up and head over, planning on helping Torsten as he had grown used to doing, only to be preempted by the arrival of Paintbrush. Immediately, the presence of the liger caused Roan to pause, a faint bit of heat rising up in his face that he hastily shoved down. There was no reason to be flustered by the other's mere attendance, after all. It wasn't all that exciting. Paintbrush was just like any other member of the Typhoon attending the feast. It was because of this mentality that the zombified feline remained stubbornly rooted to the spot, waiting until the liger came to him.

After a short nod in Torsten's direction, Roan took a deep breath before looking towards Paintbrush. The crooked smile on the other's muzzle made the soothsayer feel slightly dizzy, particularly when paired with the nickname of sailor. He decided that he didn't like the feeling. It was too foreign, which meant that it was probably dangerous. Despite this, he still answered in an even voice, head shaking from side to side, "Thanks... although I didn't make this all myself. In fact, I didn't really... make any of it. I'm not exactly a cook, so I got my family to help me out. I set up the entire table and put everything out, though." Really, Paintbrush should've been relieved that it hadn't been Roan feeding them. He'd probably end up accidentally poisoning the whole crowd. Sighing briefly, the tom then hesitated before shrugging nonchalantly, as if he hadn't been saving one of the seats beside him for the liger, "I saved one spot for my mama, but I suppose that it's alright if you sit in the other spot." He really hoped that his efforts to sound neutral were working.

DON'T ASK FOR HELP, YOU'RE ALL ALONE
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!

— Reggan