a dance of colors and hues;; open - drawing

[roan ;]

SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

Despite Roan's rather sour usual nature, the soothsayer couldn't help smiling slightly when Torsten grinned up at him. His little brother seemed so delighted with his own drawings, and it wasn't as if the zombified feline wanted to bring him down. So, once Torsten had pointed out what he had been attempting to draw, the medic let out an appreciative little hum before mumbling, "Animals, huh? I guess it makes sense that would be your first choice, considering it's what you see the most of." Although, Roan did have to wonder if Torsten had actually seen a turtle outside of pictures. His kid brother seemed so obsessed with the tiny reptilian creatures, surely he must have encountered one out in the wild properly by now? However, the stitched up feline wasn't given too much time to dwell on that, since Torsten was asking him a question, and then there was drawing paper flying freely through the air.

Luckily for the both of them – since Roan wasn't sure of how easy it would've been for him to grab the paper – Xhocoatl managed to snatch it back out of the air. The soothsayer found himself tensing up slightly at the other's presence, not particularly liking strangers around his siblings, but he soon managed to calm himself down. After all, Xho was a member of The Typhoon, even if he was new. Taking a deep breath to let the fur along his spine settle, Roan temporarily glanced up when Paintbrush came to settle nearby. As usual, the liger's closeness caused his fur to itch, although he didn't say anything about it. The other calling himself "Roan's friend" did cause the medic to pause, however. Not because he didn't consider Paintbrush a friend, but rather because he was unused to making new friends these days, especially ones as quickly formed as his friendship with Paint. Shaking that from his mind for now, Roan turned back towards Torsten, muttering, "I think that drawing with you sounds like it would be nice, Torsten. Although, you might be better off with Paint. I have the artistic ability of a rock." That wasn't quite true, since he wasn't terrible, he just had a lack of practice. However, he had a habit of seeing anything he didn't have natural talent in as being unneeded.

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

— Reggan