♕ |[36]| And he unrolled his feathers and rowed him softly home

[had_not_lived]

[VIDEO / OPEN ACTION]


[With some scratching and fluttering the device is switched on to show... a bird! rather precariously perched on the edge of a desk.



He doesn't say anything, just spreads and flutters his wings before resettling and regaining his balance. He pauses there for a moment, chirps, and then leaps airward and heads for the open window.]

[ooc; Open for random action as he flies around, or i guess video responses later, but he can't talk much <333 so action's prolly more interesting. :D alsopleasepretendthiswasearlier <3]

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[had_not_lived]

[It isn't that Neil doesn't want to spend time with Todd-- this is just a rare and interesting opportunity, he couldn't help but take advantage of it. Still, when he spots his friend walking the boy-turned-bird is glad to see him; a fact he expresses as dramatically as possible, literally falling out of the clear blue sky to circle his head a few times before fluttering to a stop on Todd's shoulder. With an excited little trill he tugs lightly on a few strands of the other boy's hair with his beak.]

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[mumbled_truth]

[There's a moment, when Neil first dives at him, that Todd almost yelps because of how startled he is. Almost. One of his other early instincts is to swat at whatever's seemingly attacking his head, but thankfully, he realizes exactly who this overexcited bird must be before he actually does so. By the time the bird is perched on his shoulder and tugging at his hair, Todd's expression has changed from slightly panicked surprise to mild but fond annoyance, with which he regards the bird on his shoulder.]

...having fun?

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[had_not_lived]

[Neil nods vehemently, bobbing his head; in the sunlight the iridescent tinge of his feathers is much more noticeable. It kind of suits him, being such a small and energetic creature.

Out of respect for his friend, the starling doesn't spread his wings (not wanting to put out an eye or anything, obviously.) He does cock his head to one side and look in the direction Todd had been walking with an exaggerated motion, as if to ask where the boy is heading.]

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[mumbled_truth]

[Todd laughs at that; it certainly does suit him, and does a perfectly adequate job of keeping his personality intact - and expressing it.

He can guess as to the meaning of the gesture.]

Where am I going?

[He shrugs slightly, the empty shoulder moving a bit more than the other, not wanting to disturb Neil's perch.]

Just walking. It's a commonly held belief that I spend too much time inside.

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[had_not_lived]

[The consideration is appreciated. He's pretty comfortable, though, and solidly perched-- small talons in the fabric of the boy's coat, hardly long or sharp enough to prick him through it. He nods amicably, and looks again in Todd's direction. Carry on.

Birds like having company too, you know.]