It's Minglin' Time

[crittersheep]

WHO: You
WHERE: Anywhere
WHEN: Afternoon 62

[ With Bluebell's lovely morning rite, it's shaping up to be quite the peaceful day. The spring thaw continues, bringing young lilywogs with lingering stubby tails to the shores. It's easy to spot them floating among the reeds, though they're still prone to scattering if disturbed.

And across the pasture everyone is hopefully having a peaceful day, right? Or have some of you been getting up to shenanigans instead? ]

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[finalbows]

[ how do you expect him to do bird charades of people his fake persona as some random new Rose bird barely knows.... .


just coos again. he doesn't want to spoil the charade just yet. ]

[catposting]

I see.

[ no he fucking doesn't. ]

Well, if you ask the tall, pretty one for shelter while you sort things out, I'm sure he'd oblige. Guy has a soft spot for birds. He might act all prissy about it, but don't worry — he's nicer than he acts.

He's dead right now, though.

[finalbows]

[ a singular inquisitive coo. ]

[catposting]

He'll be back. If you ask really nicely, I suppose I can keep an eye out for you in the meantime.

[ attempts to pick him up tho. get off his hair thanks ]