[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:450px;text-align:justify;text-transform:lowercase;][size=8][font=verdana]euphemia doesn't intend to do very much today; he didn't sleep well if at all the previous night and is rather weary, his legs feeling unusually weak. in fact, he is inclined to keep quiet and spend some time to himself, and relax as much as he can. he is merely minding his own business when his head is jutted forward by a sudden, but not too heavy impact to the back of it. not a moment later, he hears shrieking laughter from somewhere behind him and turns to see an npc standing beside a pile of pillows and looking rather pleased with themselves. the baffled feline reaches down to pick up the pillow and examines it for just a moment before throwing it, not in an attempt at revenge but rather in order to return it to its owner. unfortunately, he misjudges the throw entirely, whether as the result of his tiredness or just him being clumsy, and the pillow doesn't even skim near the npc, instead falling in an arc to their left. he watches helplessly, aware of the chances of it accidentally hitting someone else. "a - ah, watch out, watch out," he calls.[/fancypost]
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[ LOVE IS JUST GREED ✦ O, PILLOW FIGHT ]
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[justify][fancypost borderwidth= 0px; font-size:11px]immortal would be that victim, unfortunately. the youngster had been minding his own business as well, lost in his own thoughts of crushing on a particular someone (love was strange, wasn't it?). in his own daydream, the nurse wasn't looking where he was going, letting his paws guide him. unfortunately, euphemia's off-throw was headed for him and his warning clearly fell on deaf ears. the soft smack hit the kit in his face and being a small, light-sized creature he was, it was like taking a full blow. imo fell to the ground, a soundless surprise flashing on his face. wincing in slight pain of the fall, he stood up, dazed, trying to understand what had happened. a pillow? who had thrown it? the tom glanced around, trying to find the culprit. it wasn't very clear who had done it, euphemia who looked tired and didn't seems to be the one who threw it, or the npc who was clearly laughing and probably had done it. he frowned in disapproval and kicked the pillow in attempt toward the npc, which wasn't a good kick and ended up with the pillow flying back toward euphemia's direction.
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[glow=#C6A6AB,2,300]BUT WE'LL KEEP ON TRYING, AGAIN AND AGAIN: “YES” “NO”[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#; border-top: 2px solid #C6A6AB; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-bottom: 2px solid #C6A6AB; width: 400px; line-height: 180%; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt;]The pillow Immo had kicked would never reach Euphemia though, not when a sudden kitsune appeared out of seemingly no where in order to tackle it into the ground. Soft stuff—among many other wonderful things the world had to offer—was one Papika's favorites so of course she had taken the opportunity to join in, giving the plush object a hug before glancing around at the others. Was it some sort of a game? "Whatcha do—?" Her question never made it out as another pillow came flying towards her, bopping her straight on the nose as she turned her head. Though momentarily surprised her next reaction was more so directed at the massive tower of glorious floofy squares, the child giggling as she hurled her body straight in the pile and sending the contents flying. She had no idea they were meant to be "fighting" but even so the vulpine was having fun, rolling around in pillows and kicking them up with her small feet so they continued to soar in various directions.[/fancypost]
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]It was then, that a pillow was swung into the air, and came spiraling towards the serval. He'd raise a fore-paw, aiming to bop it briefly upwards as it soared for his face, and allowing it to graze his forehead instead. "What is this, some kind of chain reaction?" Nighttales would resound with a blithe chuckle - perhaps, a lot more content than he had been, before. Though, he hadn't so much as noticed. Instead, he picked up a pillow of his own, before aiming to throw it in.. any given direction, really. He had a feeling that it'd end up hitting someone, after all.. And he was pretty sure that Spectre would kill him if he threw a pillow at Papika, and accidentally managed to knock her out - he doubted it'd happen, but.. In situations such as these, he always found his fiancee looming over his shoulder in some way or form.
"oh my dirty! listen closely! listen to my heart!"
nighttales xerses | colouredclan commander (leader) | candyfangs x npc(?) | 'reincarnation' of former self | male | engaged to spectre | sexuality unconfirmed"to my ego, to these lies, and to my truths"
all elementals | ability to take away pain | the sight | all free powers"go and say it's lonely, it won't change me"
extremely difficult physical | extremely difficult mental | attack in #F8D28B"i'm always a surpriser, making jaws drop"
golden-spotted serval | heterochromatic eyes | right eye is red | left eye is gold | above average height | black, gazelle-like horns | large scar on chest (courtesy of eun) | scar on the right shoulderblade (courtesy of aile) | a semi-translucent, black-paw swathed in thin-smoke replacing the severed paw (which vader had taken); dried blood embellishing the seams between his wrist, and his substitute paw | reference 1 (thank you yetinsane <3), reference 2 (thank you archeron <3)"oh my dirty! how i hate it! come on, listen to me!"
candyfangs x npc(?)| murdered his mother | father is unknown | existed many years ago, but died, and therefore is a reincarnation of a past self | believes that he murdered his mother | contractor of demios | demios may take advantage of him only when his mentality reaches high levels of stress | 'insomniac'"you look surprised, but i can't be saved, alright?"
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