[Despite the intense inconvenience of the new crumpled flaps of glitter that could potentially be referred to as wings, Ferran wasn't about to miss helping his bonded acclimate to her new home, especially not since her new roommate was also a good friend. With the new appendages largely covered by the warm cape he thankfully acquired the previous month, he arrives with a few notebooks and writing instruments (for Tsutha's reading and writing lessons), a freshly baked savory pie (for everyone to share), and a willingness to move, organize or suggest decorations for whatever might need it. Interior design is his passion.
Despite the recent full moon's events, the idea of two of the people who've already come to mean so much to him becoming friends has helped lift his spirits enough that there's a faint smile on his face when he arrives, greeting both of the residents with relative cheer. It's a stretch to say he looks outright happy, but it's probably a lot more than either of them have seen in his demeanor so far, at least without putting in any work to cheer him up.
Later, when everything seems sorted, he tucks himself sideways (stupid wings) into a comfortable chair with a notebook, sketching out the lines of the room and its furnishings, landmarks from this city or his own home, or an imagined building, deeply immersed in the work despite his light lines. He could certainly go do that at his own place rather than sticking around, but for the moment there's not much to go back to there except privacy and the plant creatures that don't quite match sapient company, as wonderful as they are. Maybe he should take them out to socialize sometime...]
open to whoever shows up! but especially tsutha
Interior design is his passion.Despite the recent full moon's events, the idea of two of the people who've already come to mean so much to him becoming friends has helped lift his spirits enough that there's a faint smile on his face when he arrives, greeting both of the residents with relative cheer. It's a stretch to say he looks outright happy, but it's probably a lot more than either of them have seen in his demeanor so far, at least without putting in any work to cheer him up.
Later, when everything seems sorted, he tucks himself sideways (stupid wings) into a comfortable chair with a notebook, sketching out the lines of the room and its furnishings, landmarks from this city or his own home, or an imagined building, deeply immersed in the work despite his light lines. He could certainly go do that at his own place rather than sticking around, but for the moment there's not much to go back to there except privacy and the plant creatures that don't quite match sapient company, as wonderful as they are. Maybe he should take them out to socialize sometime...]