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sweetpinkpixie · 05-30-2021, 10:29 AM

The funny thing was, the more he stayed here in the corridor the less he felt like resisting the hunger and spell of the bread. But also...the longer her was here the less he felt like eating period. He was distracted by the thought he had had earlier of playing with wax, dipping it all on to his fingers and peeeeeeeeeeeling it offer after. The peel was the BEST part, after all.

So he sort of just nodded noncommittally at the professor, neither here nor there about anything at this point.

Wait...what had he just been about to do? OH RIGHT! Grab some candles and bring them over to Ivy.

Purpose restored, Atlas strolled over towards the box and grabbed a couple...but somewhere between the grabbing and actually bringing them over to Ivy...Atlas got lost. Not literally lost, he could walk in a straight line just fine, but just sitting in the middle of the corridor and arranging the candles in a formation that suited him. A backwards question mark for the head and chest...and then some more candles aligned in a triangle for the rear.

Grinning to himself, Atlas sat crisscross applesauce on the floor and swayed back and forth for a bit while he waited for the flames on the candles to melt the wax more. The candle nearest him, the nose of the Great Lion, had a hearty pool of melted wax and thus the blond blew out that flame and lazily poked and swirled his finger in it until he had amassed enough layers to make a little ball at his finger tips. Relighting this candle, Atlas moved on to the next candle and repeated with his thumb and then aaaaall the way down the line of reachable candles until he had little balls of wax on all five of his fingers.

"Looooook! I'm a kappaaaaaaaa!" he laughed while opening and closing his fingers, wiggling them a bit as well, to show off his handiwork.

Candles in the middle of the corridor was what he should have been doing, right? Did it matter?

Hehehee...waxy fingers.

05-30-2021, 10:29 AM	#15 (permalink)
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