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I would.
And I will now. I do like the idea of teaching you, Nero. Don't think it's an imposition or that I would choose anyone else over you.
And I will now. I do like the idea of teaching you, Nero. Don't think it's an imposition or that I would choose anyone else over you.
[He lets out a long, low trill as he flattens his feathers. Vaguely ashamed that he let his jealousy take over.]
...Sorry. For being so much trouble.
...Sorry. For being so much trouble.
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You're not. Don't apologise.
[Maybe he'll...pet the feathers. Good boy.]
[Maybe he'll...pet the feathers. Good boy.]
We deserve to be something better than some weird pickled berry.
[He glances over at her, smiling]
...I'm happy too. Thrilled.
Especially-- when you have great ideas like this.
[He glances over at her, smiling]
...I'm happy too. Thrilled.
Especially-- when you have great ideas like this.
[OH. Surprised, Nero lets out a chirrip - but he closes his eyes, leans into the pet. It's nice... nicer than he wants to admit.]
Should...? I should get off you...
Should...? I should get off you...
[He grumbles, not wanting to admit it, but,]
...I am a bit weak at the moment.
...I am a bit weak at the moment.
[She beams up at him for a few moments, then huffs slightly]
Now I kind of want to kiss you just to... express how I'm feeling. But... I think you get it.
Now I kind of want to kiss you just to... express how I'm feeling. But... I think you get it.
Oh.
[He shuffles off like a chastised puppy, perching at Vergil's side to help pick him up with his one good claw.
Once he was up, he turned away - trying to shield the view of his half formed stump of a wing from him.]
[He shuffles off like a chastised puppy, perching at Vergil's side to help pick him up with his one good claw.
Once he was up, he turned away - trying to shield the view of his half formed stump of a wing from him.]
[He accepts the help only extremely reluctantly. Only because old men have taught him when a hand is offered cor helping you get up, even if you don't need it, you take the hand. That's how it works. Some weird human social contract.]
...Not enough to try getting back to normal, hm? You don't have to hide your arm from me. Or wing as the case may be.
...Not enough to try getting back to normal, hm? You don't have to hide your arm from me. Or wing as the case may be.
[He probably just tried to pick his dad up by the scruff of his collar again, really
Sullenly, he mutters,]
It's barely a wing.
...I hate it.
Sullenly, he mutters,]
It's barely a wing.
...I hate it.
[Pls]
It's a shame you can't fly like that. But otherwise it's no different than your arm normally.
It's a shame you can't fly like that. But otherwise it's no different than your arm normally.
You think I like how it normally is?
...Even with a prosthetic, it's not perfect. It's heavier than a normal arm. The straps make my skin itch by the end of the day. I can't keep it in water and it's hot wearing it in the summer. And I can't fix it myself when it gets broken, which means it's usually the first thing to break in a fight.
...Even with a prosthetic, it's not perfect. It's heavier than a normal arm. The straps make my skin itch by the end of the day. I can't keep it in water and it's hot wearing it in the summer. And I can't fix it myself when it gets broken, which means it's usually the first thing to break in a fight.
...Well no I don't think you like it.
[But that detail sure does make him feel bad...]
Have you thought about getting sensitIV to attach a new arm?
[But that detail sure does make him feel bad...]
Have you thought about getting sensitIV to attach a new arm?
Of course I've thought about it.
...It wouldn't my arm though, would it. Just some random human arm grafted to me. It'd be like-- if someone cut off your wings and you just replaced it with regular-ass bat wings. Sure, it does the same thing, but it's not you.
...It wouldn't my arm though, would it. Just some random human arm grafted to me. It'd be like-- if someone cut off your wings and you just replaced it with regular-ass bat wings. Sure, it does the same thing, but it's not you.
Mm, well, the ones they've given me are most likely not truly mine, nor do they function properly. But I am glad for them all the same simply because they are akin to what should be.
[He mutters, trying to parse what Vergil is telling him]
...If none of it's real, maybe it doesn't matter? As long as it's comfortable?
...If none of it's real, maybe it doesn't matter? As long as it's comfortable?
More or less, yes. Wouldn't it be more comfortable and easier to have a regular arm than deal with the troubles of a prosthetic? Hardly ideal, yes, but simpler.
[Sighs,]
They got power, though. An assortment of'em that'll work even when our units abilities are turned off. That's the one point in its favor.
They got power, though. An assortment of'em that'll work even when our units abilities are turned off. That's the one point in its favor.
Ah, that's right, one was a taser...
[How could he possibly forget]
That is quite the point in its favour. ...I would like to know you're always armed even if they take weapons from us.
[How could he possibly forget]
That is quite the point in its favour. ...I would like to know you're always armed even if they take weapons from us.
Mmn.
[What if he not so subtly leans his head in for more pats...]
[What if he not so subtly leans his head in for more pats...]
[Well in that case dad will pat. Pet the boy. Good boy.]
Red Bull gives you wings: I'm already leaving
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