I DIED IN YOUR ARMS TONIGHT ☆ poet

[glow=#000,1,400]BUT NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU, AND I WILL NOT BE PART OF YOUR DESIGNS — [abbr=tanglewood, lion, 66 months, poetking's brother]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]

Wormwood made a soft surprised noise as he felt Poetking forcibly nuzzled under eath his chin, but he didn't stop the younger lion, just curling in a bit so that his younger brother was tucked securely between his paws and beneath his head. Worm mumbled softly as he closed his eyes, wrapping his paws loosely around Poet's shoulders, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"I'm sorry, I should've kept this all to myself."[/glow] It was just like his Mother and Father had said when they were young cubs: don't bother Poet with your problems, Worm. You'll stress him out and make him sick. Keep it to yourself. He should've just kept following that advice. He should've just come in, told Poet what had happened, and left without showing his emotions. Instead he had just upset his brother and ruined things, yet again.