nose→text/voice 002.

[gentlebird]

helop nme im huimasn pleasae helopp

[ Suddenly you hear nothing but— ] —EAR ME? SHIIIIT. HOW DO I KNOW IF THA— [ Oops, muted there by accident. Hold on.

And he's back. ] Okay, okay, okay. If you can hear me just— reply so I know you can!

Or, you know, come help me?

Either one though! No rush or anything obviously. Just laying here like a fish. Not like a bird at all.

Not. At. All.

[ While that may seem like sarcasm, it's definitely not. If you go looking for him, he'll be under that one tree. Spread eagle, butt nekkid on the grass with no hope left for living. Schlong just blowin' in the breeze, guys. He's even starting to tan. Someone please flip him. Or just bring a towel? A towel would be nice. ]

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[mohawk_tomahawk]

[Turning back into a male was a nice start...upon asking around, these were just...weird things that happened on occasion. It didn't really calm any nerves about this place in general (more on all of this later). And yet, Connor found it weird to want to leave after all he heard about the problems. So he had to make due. Also seeing his father wasn't. Very good. So whenever he had a break from his lousy job he was still getting used to, he was out and about outside. Being spring, the weather was improving and...

...Erm.]

...

Are you alright?

[gentlebird]

[ How is already a master of expression because that face is exactly what you get. ]

Yeaaahh! Suuuure! Just dandy! Never been better!

[ But seriously. ]

No. No, I'm not alright. Can you— [ Yeah, that hand that's just lifting up limply there. Can you take that? Help him up? ] —I don't know how to do this.

[mohawk_tomahawk]

Do what?

[Geez, dude. No need for the sass. But he understands he needed help, so he took the arm of the...naked man and helped him up.]

Why are you lying out here like this? Where are your garments?

[gentlebird]

[ Connor. You don't. Understand. except maybe you do after the whole springs thing ]

I was in my nest is wha— [ STANDING IS WEEEIIIRD. ] —aaaat? [ Well. The bird brain came with him. Give him a moment to just admire feet. ]

Oh— [ TOES. THEY WIGGLE. Normally he would peck at something like that but this... ] Ohhhhhhhh...!

[mohawk_tomahawk]

[...He still doesn't really. This is like...what. Week two? Did you get touched in the head as well man? Connor's brows furrowed. In worry.]

...Do you need to see a doctor?

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[obfuskate]

[ ah

Well, he didn't expect to begin his work day finding a body underneath a tree. It doesn't even seem to be moving all that much. Is it a corpse? Easily could be.

Shadow steps up to the lump of flesh and bone, cringing. Ugh. Whoever decided killing this one was a fine idea should have at least covered the body up. Human dong swaying in the breeze is not a lovely sight, to say the least--

...

It's not a corpse.

It's breathing.

Cue suddenly reeling back and looking absolutely horrified. ]

What do you think you're doing?

[gentlebird]

What does it look like? [ Forgive his rude 'tude. This is obviously new to him. ]

I'm stuck in the dirt— baking to death.

[obfuskate]

Unless you are a paraplegic, you aren't stuck. Move.

[ He pulls something out of his spines. Is that a breathalyzer? Oh no. ]

I am going to have to test you for drinking on the premises. [ If he's a student, he may be underaged, and even so, it's out of the code of conduct to be drinking on school grounds during class time. ]

[gentlebird]

[ No, he's not drunk, Shadow. He also isn't baked (which would explain his naked-ness). He's baking. ]

I've haven't been drinking! I'm a bird! —not that being a bird stopped me before, but— I mean I was a bird! And now I'm not!

[ He'll just siiiiiiiiiiiit up slowly. God those muscles in human abdomens are... surprisingly strong. ...oh. ]

[obfuskate]

You're a bird.

[ Oh.

Well, that would explain a lot. He'll put that breathalyzer up then, but sheesh. How hard is it to just move? At least he's standing, so there's that. ]

If you don't want to bake out here, you will get inside to some air-conditioning. Also, don't try flying with your arms now. It won't work.

[ It'll look really silly, especially when his dingaling flaps with him. ]

[gentlebird]

[ NO I DO WHAT I WANT ]

I know that humans can't fly... [ That habit of sticking out his wingsarms for balance didn't go away really—because he's doing that the entire time. ]

How do I... [ Given to himself, he would be hopping everywhere. Except he knows that humans walk. Not hop. ] ...walk exactly?

[obfuskate]

[ Is he really being asked about

Oh my god. ]

You... [ He heaves a very frustrated sigh and slaps his palm into his forehead. ] One foot in front of the other is literally all it takes.

[gentlebird]

[ One foot in front of the—

Annnnd that's a face in the dirt. fuck you.

No. He can do this. Let's just try that agaaaain.

Okay. It's working this time. Slowly but surely. ]

1/2

[obfuskate]

[ oh ]

2/2

[obfuskate]

... H-Ha...

Hahaha! [ Oh, wow. Congratulations, Crow. You are one of the very few to make Shadow the Hedgehog laugh. ]

It is really not that hard. P-Pff...

[drawin_on_trees]

[Skull Kid has a stick and he wants to poke something with it.

The dead guy on the lawn will do just fine.

Poke. Poke. Pokepoke. Poke.]