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[ THIS IS TOBIAS. CHILLING IN THE LOBBY. he's perched on a couch and the journal's open and he's dictating into it. ]
< You know, it's April Fool's Day. Everyone should really expect something like this. Guess it could be worse anyways... At least the castle's not leaving whoopie cushions everywhere... >
[Damian gives the bird a look with narrowed eyes as he passes, just because talking birds are freaks of nature and probably shouldn't exist. You see that, Tobias? He is Judging you. Stupid talking birds, talking about things he doesn't understand.]
What's a whoopie cushion?
[ OH OOPS. Damian doesn't know him as a hawk. that's fine. though he heard him coming in anyways. so he'll tilt his head up and reply: ]
< A whoopie cushion is like... a flat pancake-shaped thing that you sit on and it makes -- >
[ and then. the music starts
come here damian. this song is for you: ]
< A-well-a everybody's heard about the bird
B-b-b-bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, the bird is the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word
A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the word-- >
[After a stunned second wondering what planet this fucked up creature is from, Damian grabs a pillow off the couch and takes a swing at Tobias, who dodges.]
Shut UP.
< Surfin' bird
Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb... [ HAWK SHRIEKS ]... aaah!
Pa-pa-pa-pa- >
[And then Damian opts to whip the pillow at Tobias, cutting him off prematurely.]
Shut the fuck up!
[ WOAH. there's a hawk shriek here and he flaps out of the way and onto some high perch somewhere. ]
< Not that I'm not grateful since... wow, that worked. But you could at least let me finish.
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow... >
[ AND THIS IS ALL OPEN OVER THE JOURNAL OR ACTION. watch the little boy ragequit at the hawk.
or not. ]
< You know, it's April Fool's Day. Everyone should really expect something like this. Guess it could be worse anyways... At least the castle's not leaving whoopie cushions everywhere... >
[Damian gives the bird a look with narrowed eyes as he passes, just because talking birds are freaks of nature and probably shouldn't exist. You see that, Tobias? He is Judging you. Stupid talking birds, talking about things he doesn't understand.]
What's a whoopie cushion?
[ OH OOPS. Damian doesn't know him as a hawk. that's fine. though he heard him coming in anyways. so he'll tilt his head up and reply: ]
< A whoopie cushion is like... a flat pancake-shaped thing that you sit on and it makes -- >
[ and then. the music starts
come here damian. this song is for you: ]
< A-well-a everybody's heard about the bird
B-b-b-bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, the bird is the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word
A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the word-- >
[After a stunned second wondering what planet this fucked up creature is from, Damian grabs a pillow off the couch and takes a swing at Tobias, who dodges.]
Shut UP.
< Surfin' bird
Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb... [ HAWK SHRIEKS ]... aaah!
Pa-pa-pa-pa- >
[And then Damian opts to whip the pillow at Tobias, cutting him off prematurely.]
Shut the fuck up!
[ WOAH. there's a hawk shriek here and he flaps out of the way and onto some high perch somewhere. ]
< Not that I'm not grateful since... wow, that worked. But you could at least let me finish.
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow... >
[ AND THIS IS ALL OPEN OVER THE JOURNAL OR ACTION. watch the little boy ragequit at the hawk.
or not. ]