COME ON LITTLE BROTHER ☆ poetking

[wormwood.]

[glow=#000,1,400]BUT NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU, AND I WILL NOT BE PART OF YOUR DESIGNS — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Wormwood was back from yet another visit to the border of The Pitt, and he was feeling... well, exhausted. He had had a bit of a shouting fit against his "boyfriend" for what he had done to Sam, and even though they had made up in the end – Draekon had honestly just ended up ending Worm's yelling by wrapping arms around him and pinning him down to the ground, nuzzling him enthusiastically until Wormwood had finally given up – he still felt very worn down and like he needed a nap that lasted for hours and hours. So, he had practically dragged himself into Tanglewood's camp in the middle of the night, slowly pulling himself up onto the deck of his house and practically collapsing down on the wood with a sigh, the wood creaking loudly under the lion's massive weight.

He knew that he would need to get up and go to the shore in just a few minutes in order to wash the scent of the Pitt from his pelt, but he just... he just needed a couple of minutes of rest. And then he'd get up and go wash, nobody was even up right now. His eyes ended up falling closed as he drifted into a light sleep, and he was woken up by the sound of more creaking on the wood of his deck. His eyes slowly opened, and cold blue blinked at Poetking for a moment before widening in a panic when he realized that he had been caught. Trying to play it off, he slowly pushed himself up and grunted at his brother, his legs swaying with his still present exhaustion from walking all the way back to Tanglewood, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"Hello, Poet... what are you doing up? Do you need something?"[/glow]

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[glow=#000,1,400]WHO'S WEAPON IS HIS WORD, HE WILL KILL YOU WITH HIS TONGUE, O LEI, O LAI, O LORD — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

[div style="width: 480px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 13px;"]he had just wanted to check on his brother. he had been doing so much walking as of late and he was.. quite worried. however, when he got to worms house, it didn't smell the same. which wasn't good. he knew that smell, it had been around when sam was capturedso.. when he found only his brother.. he didn't know what to feel. "why do you smell like the pitt?"

[wormwood.]

[glow=#000,1,400]BUT NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU, AND I WILL NOT BE PART OF YOUR DESIGNS — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Wormwood had wanted to distract Poet from the smell climbed clung to his fur, but the first words out of Poet's mouth made him flatten his ears. He stared at Poet, his claws digging in and out of the porch, before he finally mumbled softly, flicking his tail dismissively at his brother, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"I went to the border of the Pitt to see if I could find anything out about where exactly Sam was taken."[/glow] He felt bad about lying right to his brother's face, but he couldn't let anyone know about Draekon, not even Poetking.

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[glow=#000,1,400]WHO'S WEAPON IS HIS WORD, HE WILL KILL YOU WITH HIS TONGUE, O LEI, O LAI, O LORD — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

[div style="width: 480px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 13px;"]poet was no fool. he knew that look, the oh-so guilty look. he had seen it before, not all that long ago, in fact. he narrowed his eyes, scowling deeply. "lying isn’t good for you, wormwood." he stated, not moving from his position and ready to demand what he wanted to know if he needed.

[wormwood.]

[glow=#000,1,400]BUT NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU, AND I WILL NOT BE PART OF YOUR DESIGNS — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Wormwood sighed and mumbled as he dragged a paw down his face in frustration. He really should've made sure to wash off before this, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"Isn't that my line? 'X isn't good for you'?"[/glow] He then mumbled softly as he began to carve patterns into his deck with one claw, his mind still seeming surprisingly far off, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"I can't tell you, Poet... cause if I tell you, then you might tell the others, and I'll get in... a lot of trouble. Like, a lot of it..."[/glow]

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[glow=#000,1,400]WHO'S WEAPON IS HIS WORD, HE WILL KILL YOU WITH HIS TONGUE, O LEI, O LAI, O LORD — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

[div style="width: 480px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 13px;"]he scrunched his nose, ears pinning back against his head. he hated that worm would think that. "why would i ever tell anyone? did you hurt someone?"

[wormwood.]

[glow=#000,1,400]BUT NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU, AND I WILL NOT BE PART OF YOUR DESIGNS — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Wormwood couldn't help but think that his brother still hated him for what he had done, and would take any chance to ruin their new happy life as a way of revenge. Taking a deep breath, Worm rested his head down before mumbling with a little shake of his head and twitch of his ears, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"No, I haven't hurt anybody, I just.... I'm dating someone from the Pitt."[/glow]

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[glow=#000,1,400]WHO'S WEAPON IS HIS WORD, HE WILL KILL YOU WITH HIS TONGUE, O LEI, O LAI, O LORD — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

[div style="width: 480px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 13px;"]he sat back for a moment before sighing and laying in front of his brother, still quite tired. "oh, thank god. i thought you might’ve killed someone!" he said, obviously relieved. "who is she?"

[wormwood.]

[glow=#000,1,400]BUT NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU, AND I WILL NOT BE PART OF YOUR DESIGNS — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Wormwood blinked in surprise as Poetking casually laid down in front of him, not phased in the slightest by what he had said. He then mumbled softly, his ears pinning down to his head with slight unhappiness at the fact that Poet had said 'she', [glow=#793B29,1,400]"I, uh, that's not... quite gonna be an answer you're looking for. Since she is... not a she. His name is Draekon..."[/glow]

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[glow=#000,1,400]WHO'S WEAPON IS HIS WORD, HE WILL KILL YOU WITH HIS TONGUE, O LEI, O LAI, O LORD — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

[div style="width: 480px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 13px;"]he couldn’t help the next long silence that came, almost seeming shocked for a split second before humming softly. "oh!" he breathed, giving a soft hum. "whats he like?"