Play to the beat of the drum ;; gift basket making

Oh boy. A basket for flowers? For gifts? What could it be? The cheetah had no clue, but as he spotted the lion weaving baskets all alone, he couldn't help wondering what was in store for them. As he stared at their careful movements, the intrusive thought of running in and grabbing one by their handle then dashing off rushed into his mind. Bakari had a particular love for soft things, despite his clearly deranged mind. Even so, he forced the thought down. It would be a bad first impression for the feline. He could only pray Night of No Stars had extras.

Slyly coming up, Bakari offered a sickeningly sweet smile to the lion. "Ain't these puuurty," he purred. "Say, handsome, are any for sale?" A claw circled around the pile that had gathered before Night of No Stars. "I could pay with the head of an enemy if you oh-so desire." Their eyelashes practically batted rapidly for the other. If the cheetah could convince them for at least once, then his day would be made. Sadly, he was unaware that they were for the other groups that The Pitt wished to have relationships with. Perhaps if he stayed within the Coalition of the Condemned a liiiiiittle longer, then he could have snatched theirs and ran.