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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[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?