It's better than tripping balls at least.

[mailcalltime]

*Parakarry was about to enter the back room of his store to organize his stock but he found that he couldn't open the door. It was to heavy for his hands to pull. Wait, his hands were not even hands anymore!
They were small and covered in feathers. His entire body was small and covered in feathers! He tried to open the front door to get help but he

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[mailcalltime]

*Parakarry circled around Pit and tugged on his hair*

Coo coo coo!
(Pit, it's me!)

[pitticus]

Ow- hey, stop that! [He swatted at the pesky bird.] Parakarryyyy!

[mailcalltime]

*Coos in frustration*
(It is me! I'm Parakarry!)

[pitticus]

Parakarry, where are you?! There's a dumb bird in here and he won't stop attacking me!

[mailcalltime]

*What was he suppose do now? Wait a sec- Of course,the computer! The pigeon landed on the keyboard and slowly pecked at the keys*

pit. i'm over here.

[pitticus]

Curiosity seized him as the pigeon intelligently alighted to the keyboard and began pecking keys. Naturally, he edged closer so he could see what letters it pecked, just to affirm whether or not the action truly had any meaning.

It typed his name. His name! "i'm"! It typed "i'm"! Pit was sold at those two words alone, and when the full expression was typed, Pit started wondering if, by any chance, the pigeon could be Parakarry himself.

"Oh no... No no no... Parakarry," he said with a swallow. "Were you cursed?"

[mailcalltime]

*He coos and types some more*

i don't know,

[pitticus]

Then he must have been. Pit was worried for the mail carrier. He held out his hand so that Parakarry could perch on his finger or, if he couldn't manage that, his fist. "That's hard... I hate curses. We should probably find out how to turn you back to your normal self. There are cures, you know!"

[mailcalltime]

He hopped up on Pit's finger. He stretched his wings out while finding his balance before ruffling his feathers up.

He looked up at Pit and gave an annoyed coo. (I sure hope there is. Why do these things always happen around here?!)

[pitticus]

Wow, he got to hold a pigeon. They always flew away whenever he tried to catch them. His finger sloped down Parakarry's cape and he marveled with a light heart how soft his plumage was.

"You seem safe enough in here..." Pit mused, looking around the post office again. "But I don't know what to do with you, actually... I want to take care of you until I find out how to reverse this. Do you want to be outside, or stay in here? I could get you birdseed..." Wait, did he just tell Parakarry he'd feed him birdseed? Hahaha!

[mailcalltime]

Parakarry was less than amused. He puffed up his feathers and silently glared at Pit.

[pitticus]

Unable to understand this birdy language, Pit had to assume puffing up his feathers meant he was comfortable here. "So I guess I'll just leave you here. Maybe I'll open the window, too, in case you need fresh air." He set Parakarry back down on the desk and walked over to the window to hoist it open enough for Parakarry to come and go as he pleased. "This way, you'll be able to fly away if you wanted and come back."

[mailcalltime]

Parakarry cooed a thank you. Ideally, he would have liked to be taken back to his dorm where he could hide away until the curse wore off. But at least he wasn't locked in anymore.