01-11-2020, 05:56 AM
(01-06-2020, 11:28 AM)achroma Wrote:(12-31-2019, 08:24 AM)Lost Rinoah Wrote: Wrynn passed on by fruits and vegetables like useless things that escape his attention and are merely in his way. Looking for meats and molds amongst it. Even old moldy food would do, honestly. Although he was trying not to make a mess of it all the same. having to move so many heavy containers, coupled with his low to the ground point of view. It didn't take him a moment before it was a mess, though he didn't break anything at the very least. He'd merely created a severe lack of sorting.Eventually, Wyrnn would find several rather dusty can of preserved meat within the depths of the pantry. He would however find no fungus, or at least not yet or intentionally. It was quite easy to tell wat was in the cans, as their content was written on the kid with ink. Feizel would pocket the Sandriss figurine, standing back up and resuming his search for his guest, simply fallowing the clatter of cans to find him
There was a moment of silence as wrynn finally found a mark. Followed by a slightly louder clattering as he pushed everything roughly back in. Holding up the can as he padded out with the prize. a can of unknowable supposedly meat that was old, rusty, and seemingly forgotten. Things were unordered, but whose to say they hadn't already been that way? Feizel... Wrynn looked up, face blanking, he'd forgotten for a moment where he was, then he realized he was still wearing his mask. Pulling it of and sliding it down to hang at his side now, as he let down the protective hood of cloth that had been about the back of his head. He looked back at the loose assortment of cans pushed back into their place in a loosely spread array completely unsorted. Looked back at feizel, gave up and just stared at the can in his hands again as he silently played with the rust on it, causing some of it to split off, dust settling onto the floor thinly. He held the can down, as his smaller arms grabbed it and held it while he began to fiddle with the cloth wrapped about his small hands, unraveling it as small rather sharp claws came into view from below it. without even asking about it, the metal can was penetrated, as he started to make a bunch of holes around the edge of the can, already thoughtlessly focusing in on what he was doing now. Forgetting Feizel was even present.