Sable blinked when his face was poked and he raised a taloned leg to grip at wade’s hand, wings ruffling slightly in his displeasure.
[“yes, that’s what I’ve been saying.”] he replied as he looked up at the man.
[“I think I know what happened. I need to go downtown for something, maybe it will help me turn back. I can’t do anything like this.”]
For some reason, the reality of what Sable was saying only truly connected when he felt the tight grip of a little birdy claw latch on to his finger.
"Woah," he mumbled, shaking the taloned leg slightly to watch how it moved. "Does this happen to you a lot? Like… are you really a bird? Or a dude? Which one?"
"Yes, I know. Wait! Are…Are you crying now?"
"No! There’s just something emotional and feathery in my eye…"
[text] Lucky for me. I mean this is such a mind blowing conversation.
[text] do you mean that literally?
[text] because everyone is going to be so grumpy with me if I unalive you
[text] uh oh
Never in my life have I wanted matching icons with someone so badly
[text] I don’t even want to know what sort of life you lead.
[text] Get the goat out of here.
[text] an awesome one
[text] uh. i can’t. i’m sort of tied up right now. well, tied down.
[text] to a railroad
[text] in Finland
[text] lucky for you i can still text though! <3
[text] You mean it’s /your/ ear from your head. Or someone’s ear that belongs to you?
[text] I don’t need a present from you.
[text] whichever one makes you more likely to give it to me
[text] no one NEEDS a present. but someone asked me what do you get the man who has everything and then it hit me
[text] a goat
[text] the goat literally hit me. really hard. out of a canon. it’s a long story.
[text] I am so done with you.
[text] Get it out of my yard or my dogs will get it.
[text] Beatrice is a PRESENT. She’s for you! Except the ear. That’s mine.
[text] I shouldn’t have asked.
[text] her name is Beatrice and she likes to bite people
[text] if she poops out an ear, can you let me know?