something beautiful to say // o, whittling

rinto came up besides caesar, flicking his ear. caesar was a strange individual- seemingly violent and chaotic, and rinto was a little afraid of the male. of course, they really weren't that different when it came down to it, were they? despite rinto's cute exterior, deep down was a bloodthirsty monster who wanted to drive his pink knife into the hearts of those who wronged him.

at the thought, he lost focus until he heard the sound of a knife scraping against wood, and he tilted his head. "oh! you're carving," he spoke, answering caesar's question as he talked to argus. "what are you gonna make it?" he asked, excitedly.