[closed] Carpe: for Melou

[blindbomber]

Iggy is still feeling down and on edge so he's retreated to a spot on the roof of the Mansion to feed some of the larger birds in the area. He's got a bowl of raw meat he's sliced up and he's offering it to a trio of raptors

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[daddyissuesjnr]

I'm afraid you won't be enjoying yourself for much longer, Iggy.

Melou is out on the aforementioned large public balcony, being bored and doing nothing in particular. He's managed to find a small amount of amusement kicking rubbish between the balcony railings and watching it fall, but pretty soon he's run out of rubbish to kick.

Then he looks up and notices Iggy. He casts a quick glance around, and there's nobody nearby, which means there's nobody to intervene if he starts being rude and bothersome. And what could be more fun than bothering Iggy?

"Icarus!" he calls, perhaps a bit too loud.

[blindbomber]

Iggy's feathers all flatten against his back and he calls back, a bit less loudly. "Yes?" He's pretending a calm that he certainly doesn't feel. Out of everyone he doesn't want to hear from right now, Melou's probably near or at the top of the list.

"Did you want to go for another dip in the lake?"

[daddyissuesjnr]

Oh, ha ha. Very funny. That question pisses Melou off.

"No, I do not," he says, and the annoyance is very clear in his voice.

[blindbomber]

"Ah, sorry." He's not sorry. "I couldn't think of any other reason for you to want my attention." He leans back and ignores him as best as he's able.

[daddyissuesjnr]

"Then you've not been thinking very hard."

Did you really think you could throw the king of Britain in the lake and just get away with it? Really?

[blindbomber]

Pfft. King. "Oh? Enlighten me? Are you here to throw more rocks at my head?" Can you really be king if you daddy's here too?

[daddyissuesjnr]

Melou snorts. "I don't have any rocks. Would that I did." Maybe he'll find something else to throw instead.

[blindbomber]

"You could throw your shoes? Or you could climb up here and hit me yourself." He smiles. "You're not afraid of me, right? That's silly."

[daddyissuesjnr]

Melou snorts again. "Why would I be afraid of you?"

He's looking around for something suitable to throw.

[blindbomber]

"Exactly. I'm only kind of bigger than you. Mostly faster than you. Sort of stronger than you. And I don't have delusions of grandeur."

[daddyissuesjnr]

Melou bristles at that. "But you're too kind a soul to even try to hurt me."

He disappears inside for a bit (though he's still close enough to hear anything Iggy might have to say), continuing his search for something to throw, and perhaps he finds a convenient bowl of fruit. Fruit is good for throwing.

[blindbomber]

"I don't know. Do you have any bruises still," he calls when Melou goes inside. He knows he didn't hit him hard enough for that. "Because I still have bruises. And some cuts. Those rocks were pretty sharp you know."

[daddyissuesjnr]

"Good," Melou says, re-emerging onto the balcony with the bowl of fruit in hand. He selects the largest, heaviest looking apple, moves to give himself a cleaner shot, and throws it at Iggy's head.

It's not sharp, but it'll do.

WRONG JOURNAL

[blindbomber]

He hears the throw and brings up a wing to block whatever it is. "Still throwing things, huh," he calls from behind the limb. "You have no imagination. No wonder nobody remembers you as a king."

[daddyissuesjnr]

Melou is offended by that. Very offended.

"People do remember me as king. How could you know? You know nothing of my realm."

He throws an orange at Iggy this time.

[blindbomber]

Iggy hears it coming and this time will move his arm. He knows the smell and, since he likes oranges, he grabs it before it rolls off the roof and starts to peel it.

"Britain, right? Known in my time as the United Kingdom." Not that Iggy's ever gone, but he's had travel books read to him just like the rest of the flock. PLaces they wanted to go when they could