[ 005 ] [ 4th Wall Day ] [ audio ]

[bastardbytrade]

You people are so damn noisy.

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[Blood trills in response, more than happy to lift his wings for the routine inspection. He has no marks on him, though a feather or two is out of place after the failed Ottsel hunt.

He lets out another, not-so-abrasive cry, head and neck bobbing like that of a chicken.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[The feathers out of place are noted. Either Blood's been scavenging and not being careful, or he's been up to something. The head bob triggers the sniper to quirk an eyebrow.]

Who you been chasing, Blood?

[Smirk.]

Did you get them good?

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[Sidling on the arm guard, Bloodwing's beak opens slightly and his eyes widen in remembered frustration. He shrieks, keening and displeased.

STUPID DAXTER :(]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[Mordecai shakes his head. Clearly his guidance has been missed. Or maybe whoever or whatever Bloodwing was after was a sneaky rascal.

Regardless, he gives the bird a reassuring pat.]

Next time.