08-09-2019, 08:21 PM
[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]
Blinking and chuckling, Wormeood mumbled softly as he moved inside, his legs still aching a little bit, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"I don't mind talking and eating, but I've gotta lay down the entire time. My leg still hasn't healed all the way up from the incident with Vathmos yet, so I can't stay standing still long."[/glow] He glanced around the little house with a bit of a smile on his face before he slowly moved over to the pillow constructed cave, carefully laying down as not to disturb stuff and watching Moth and Poet in amusement. He didn't mind embracing his more childish side, especially considering he had never really had a very nice and relaxing childhood in his actual early life.
— Reggan