the 13th dilemma [ bonding game ]

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    ✩ — A group bonding game huh? Of course, the idea of a bonfire had also been suggested, but she, herself, had tasked Magi with that exact same thing not too long ago so she was going to have to think of something completely different. But it was easy to come up with something new. They could just play a game. Something fun. Something where everyone was getting to know each other a little better. Meadowpaw would be the first to admit that she didn't know a whole lot about half of her clanmates, but that was certainly going to be changing. "Hey guys! I'm gonna start a game over here. I'll explain it in a bit more detail when we get some more people."

    Showstopper figured that since he was the one to assign this task, he should make his way over, if only just to watch rather than participate. The flame point padded over slowly, giving a nod to Meadowpaw in greeting as he sat down nearby her. "Well, color me intrigued!"


    "speaking"

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    Meddy's voice is one of somewhat familiarity to him. It is to be expected that he recognises the young harbinger of peace's wind chime tones since she had been the first saving grace to find him where he had sat, moping and in pain, on the borders. Because of his, he finds his interest is instantly piqued by her call which draws him over without much thought. She seemed decent enough so he felt no need to be petty or bitter with her, instead offering amiable smile towards her as he came up besides Showstopper with curious tilt of his head though there is some apprehension to be found in his expression.


    "A... game?" There's hesitance lingering amongst his words, the red merle australian shepherd remaining friendly yet pensive as he speaks. Before, the old Arizonacircle would have been overzealous at the idea of being able to jump into a game of any kind and even now there are sparks of excitement flying within the depths of his stomach, this being reflected subtly by the glimmers of sunlight fascination dancing in his fiery gaze. However it is undeniable that he finds it difficult to actually express these emotions, instead finding that they make him feel unreasonably uncomfortable. After all, he is more than justified for feeling such a way since it is only natural for him to want to do something that would make him happy yet all that the thought of joy brings him is guilt. Strange.


    Briefly raising a paw to his head, he sucks in a deep breath and holds it in his chest for a few seconds before letting go, focusing on the way that the air swells up within him before it drifts through parted lips. Pushing away the thoughts he shakes his head softly and allows a smile, softer than before but genuine nonetheless, to reform as he nods to Meadowpaw. "You can definitely count me in. I've got a bit of a competitive streak though so don't be surprised when I win." He's joking, mostly, and this is emphasised by the mischievous wink that he casts to his currently gathered group mates, faint laughter sounding sweet on his tongue like summer berries, sitting himself down to patiently await further details from the cinnamon tabby.