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[tsunbird]

video;

[Well someone certainly looks smug. That someone is your not-so-friendly neighborhood Shit Bird, and there's something a little different about him today. He's always had random feathers mixed into his wild curled mop of hair, but today there appear to be more of them than usual. There is also some very minor scaling along his jaw and the sides of his neck that wasn't there before, and when he brings one hand up to smooth the side of his index finger against his lower lip his hands are more drastically bird-like than they were.]

So while all of you were off dreaming about nothing and everything, I've been actually accomplishing things in my life.

[He sets the Warp Band down, video feed still on, and grins crookedly before shifting. Except he doesn't shift into a Fletchling like most knew he was-- instead he's a Fletchinder. And a very, very proud-looking one, at that.]

[For anyone at the Hikawa Shrine, this is all taking place just out front, and there's now a smug Fletchling strutting around in front of the video feed of his Warp Band like a pleased chicken.]

Comments

right? he's not a visibly-happy enough creature for it regularly though.

[tsunbird]

Probably continue to train, to continue to get better. It's also made an ability easier to use--

[He proceeds to shift back into his human shape, and the smug grin remains and is much more shit-eating.]

Which will be useful.

I have no clue who your character is, but that hair is super fab

[3rdpartyprick]

[ He watches the shift and decides to follow suit. He folds his arms over his chest, powerless to hold back a creeping scowl. The grin was that shit-eating. ]

As long as you're not using it to get into any mischief.

[ HE'S KIND OF GETTING THAT VIBE ]

Ankh is pretty much walking fab

[tsunbird]

[He seems to enjoy the suspicion his grin causes, tossing his head ineffectually to temporarily get his curls out of his face.]

Mischief? Me? Never.

[Always mischief.]

[3rdpartyprick]

[ Somehow he's not believing it ]

[ Metalhawk becomes the living embodiment of stern. Look at this face, it's the face of a man who's not in the business of jesting. If jests were currency he'd be in the negative thousands. ]

I mean it. Innocent pranks have a tendency of going a fowl.

[ He clears his throat, already realizing the pun and not wanting to acknowledge it. ]

[tsunbird]

[His grin is momentarily less shit-eating and just enthused, likely due to the pun, and he shakes his head, waving a hand.]

I don't play pranks. Anything that, as you say, goes a fowl coming from me is intended that way.

[3rdpartyprick]

[ Hmph ]

Fine. I'll take you at your word.

[ After a pause, he unfolds his arms and holds a gloved hand out to shake. ]

I'm Metalhawk.

[tsunbird]

[He blinks at the hand for a long minute before he remembers he's supposed to shake it. He's sort of terrible with hands. He takes a step forward and grasps it, briefly, almost more like a tap than a shake.]

Ankh.

[3rdpartyprick]

[ Eh, that'll do. ]

Enjoy whatever celebration you might've planned.

[ He shoves his hands in the pockets of his coat and starts to turn— ]

Oh- and, happy evolution day.

[tsunbird]

[He nods his head again in lieu of thanks, because hell if he's ever going to verbally thank someone.]

[Kid's kind of a prick.]