[The feral chickens are quite an ornery bunch. And, on top of everything, they've got terrible manners! Truly, a poor representation of birdkind. He knows he should really feel for them, the less fortunate, less civilized avian comrades, but really... they've ruffled his feathers the wrong way!]
[So, rather than conversation, he's left to try stealth. A three-foot-tall dove, trying stealth.]
[He doesn't seem to realize that... he's out in the woods. Alone. And while the bright orange glasses and bright orange tie around his neck should indicate that he is a so-called civilized bird, a nonnative to this gray place, an otherworldly hunger for eggs does things to people's sensibilities. Also, he looks far less dangerous than feral chickens running around which may be enough to merit a pounce by itself.]
prompt 4
[So, unsuspecting fellow jamjar resident, whatever your plan was in going outside and trailing along the black-and-white paths, it's not being interrupted.]
Salutations! [It's- a bird. A large bird. He speaks with dramatic gestures of his wings that- probably shouldn't actually be possible with wing structure. The words also shouldn't really be possible with a beak. There are a lot of strange things about this bird.]
If you'll pardon me for being so bold, I'd like to chat with you about my Sexy and Suave childhood. Now, I know what you may be thinking: Sexy really shouldn't be applied to one's childhood but recall that doves are sexually mature within a year!
[He seems pretty carefree about the whole task set in front of them. If he's not interrupted, he might just start waxing poetically about it.]
wildcard
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Yuuya Sakazaki | Hatoful Boyfriend
[The feral chickens are quite an ornery bunch. And, on top of everything, they've got terrible manners! Truly, a poor representation of birdkind. He knows he should really feel for them, the less fortunate, less civilized avian comrades, but really... they've ruffled his feathers the wrong way!]
[So, rather than conversation, he's left to try stealth. A three-foot-tall dove, trying stealth.]
[He doesn't seem to realize that... he's out in the woods. Alone. And while the bright orange glasses and bright orange tie around his neck should indicate that he is a so-called civilized bird, a nonnative to this gray place, an otherworldly hunger for eggs does things to people's sensibilities. Also, he looks far less dangerous than feral chickens running around which may be enough to merit a pounce by itself.]
prompt 4
[So, unsuspecting fellow jamjar resident, whatever your plan was in going outside and trailing along the black-and-white paths, it's not being interrupted.]
Salutations! [It's- a bird. A large bird. He speaks with dramatic gestures of his wings that- probably shouldn't actually be possible with wing structure. The words also shouldn't really be possible with a beak. There are a lot of strange things about this bird.]
If you'll pardon me for being so bold, I'd like to chat with you about my Sexy and Suave childhood. Now, I know what you may be thinking: Sexy really shouldn't be applied to one's childhood but recall that doves are sexually mature within a year!
[He seems pretty carefree about the whole task set in front of them. If he's not interrupted, he might just start waxing poetically about it.]
wildcard
[for all your generic "holy shit a giant talking bird?" or whatever needs, hit me up]