That New-Age therapy crap ((Open RP, Greenhouses))
After the first thousand years or so, Kurama found a way to control exhausting emotions like rage and hate and the like. Most of the time, he could cool down after a moment, probably following some bit of vengeful destruction, and move on.
Sometimes, however, it took more than just a little vengeful destruction.
At first, the destruction was random, mindless, angry culling of whatever flora he didn't happen to like at the moment, or that reminded him that a certain bomb-fetishist demon who shall not be named had come in and ruined the hell out of his day. Then, as the greenhouse started to look more like a disaster zone, he began to parse off each plant, vine, stem, flower, and leaf until parts of the greenhouse looked like they'd been planned out by a math-happy earth god; not a curved or unsymmetrical line to be seen.
He was obviously in a dark mood, but he had forgotten to close the greenhouse door. Belophoebe, wise cat that she was, came in at just the right moment and demanded his attention. Which he gladly gave, abandoning the wreckage of his greenhouse - half mathematical perfection, half jungle disaster chaos - to sit on a worktable and pet his cat.
Sometimes, however, it took more than just a little vengeful destruction.
At first, the destruction was random, mindless, angry culling of whatever flora he didn't happen to like at the moment, or that reminded him that a certain bomb-fetishist demon who shall not be named had come in and ruined the hell out of his day. Then, as the greenhouse started to look more like a disaster zone, he began to parse off each plant, vine, stem, flower, and leaf until parts of the greenhouse looked like they'd been planned out by a math-happy earth god; not a curved or unsymmetrical line to be seen.
He was obviously in a dark mood, but he had forgotten to close the greenhouse door. Belophoebe, wise cat that she was, came in at just the right moment and demanded his attention. Which he gladly gave, abandoning the wreckage of his greenhouse - half mathematical perfection, half jungle disaster chaos - to sit on a worktable and pet his cat.