Another Corner of the Park, Saturday Afternoon

[unborn_renegade]

Dude. Dax was here. This meant that they had to do so much stuff while they still could! Like... looking at the castle! Eating! Talking to other people! Or, you know, less boring things like racing through the park, which was exactly what Jak was doing, Daxter on his shoulder. Closer and closer to the pond, they ran! This was fu

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[slacks_issues]

"Jaaaak! They're gonna eat me!"

Why yes, that was the horrified cry of an Ottsel who had bitten off far more than he could chew. Where he was actually located was anyone's best guess, because the birds-who-should-have-flown were now the birds-who-were-angry, and yes, they were, in fact, trying to swarm him.

[unborn_renegade]

Yeah. He'd have to find Dax first. Dodging and weaving like the best of them... with his head, at least... Jak tried to make heads or tails of the whole-- well, heads or feathers. Or... something.

Dax? Dax?

Eyebrows were going up. Um... forwards, then!

One of the birds lunged at Dax unexpectedly. It was just an intimidation technique. Really.

[slacks_issues]

Well, it was working! Daxter let out what was possibly the most undignified screech he'd made in at least... well... how long had Jak been gone, now? Weeks?

... No, it probably hadn't even been that long.

And a moment later, Daxter had found the strength he needed to actually bowl one of the birds over, fleeing for his life with the one who had lunged at him hot on his floppy orange tail.

"It pecked me! It pecked me, Jak!" And it was chasing him, pink and black wings flapping overtime to help it keep up. Oh, there was no way that Dax here was going to make an escape on its watch.

[unborn_renegade]

Right. Right. Uh. Jak was kind of torn between two extremes, one of which being finding this kind of ridiculously funny (which found its way into Jak's expression) and the other being kind of worried that Dax would, you know. Get an ulcer or a heart attack or somehow be swallowed whole by a large pink seagull.

Which found its way into Jak's feet, as he sprinted off after the bird in question and... gained on it, easily, because his strides were still larger.

Keeping up with it to the point he could do something about it without accidentally turning the bird back into its component ecos? Slightly more of a problem. He kicked off a little more speed, reaching sideways and grabbing.

It was not the most elegant or fool-proof solution. Maybe if he patted his shoulder enough, Dax would materialise on it?

[logforahead]

Over the years Samos had, unfortunately, developed a sort of Jak and Daxter Are About to Break Something Important radar.

And it was currently drawing him toward the park.

He was not surprised.

That was sort of depressing.

And... they were about to get eaten by very tall pink birds. Well... that was new-ish.

[slacks_issues]

It was a very soggy, cranky but not as cranky as Samos Daxter who looked up to see ol' Loghead.

At which point, his epic raspberry-at-the-flamingo kind of piffled out, leaving his tongue lolling down over his chin for a moment before he pulled it back in, and then nudged at the side of Jak's face with his elbow.

Gently. Truly.

"Looks like we got an audience, big guy."

[unborn_renegade]

Audience? A good one?

Jak perked up--

--then immediately perked back down once he spotted Samos. Oh boy. Busted?

[logforahead]

Samos was in that quite-familiar-by-now exasperated stance. "What are you two doing?"

Like that wasn't obvious.