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[no_more_denying]

[small talon rips in paper]

...it really fucking blows being a bird with a broken wing.

Yohji or Omi, if you could come splint this fucking thing again, that'd be great.

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[iknowwhatyoudo]

Ibuprofen works wonders on inflammation and swelling. You should look after yourself better kitten Man-bird-cat.

[no_more_denying]

[slightly bigger rips]

...you really think this God-forsaken place has ibuprofen?

Or that it'd be a good idea to take it with a body mass of a couple pounds for the next week or so?

Or that I'd take advice from the guy who broke it in the first place?

[iknowwhatyoudo]

Did you ask anyone? You didn't. I know you didn't.

sounds like a brilliant plan if you ask me.

I didn't break it. If I remember correctly, you fell on it. After attacking us while we were minding our own business.

[no_more_denying]

Pardon me for assuming, since we seem to be stuck in the Ren Faire from hell, and ibuprofen wasn't invented until the 60s or so.

Fuck you too.

I fell on it after someone threw a knife at me. Wonder who that could be. And why don't you go kick puppies or whatever it is you do in your spare time. I'm sure you wouldn't want to find out the hard way whether hawks shit when they fly like pigeons do.

[last completely unreadable. lolz.]

[iknowwhatyoudo]

Wow, didn't anyone teach you the rhyme about what happens when you assume? But if you don't want the local version of the pain killer, that's cool. You're more of a man for toughing it out. Aya would tough it out, right?

Not even if you asked nicely, sweetheart. It's all the feathers...

Well, I certainly didn't throw a knife at you. I wasn't even carrying a knife!

Ken, kicking kittens is far more fun, and in the absence of a kitten, there's You. Some wierd cat-bird freak combination.

[no_more_denying]

Well, you're enough of an ass on your own, it seems to not apply.

I'm not the only 'freak' around here. Ask Farfarello about his being a pretty unicorn sometime. You could even braid ribbons in his mane or some shit.

[iknowwhatyoudo]

It always applies. Don't forget it.

Farfarello's always been a freak. Now he's just also a precious pretty pony who wants to eat flesh. On one hand it's a totally strange to have a unicorn in your backyard. On the other... we're totally the envy of all the little girls in the neighbourhood.
Did you know Farfarello wants Aya to ride him into battle? Crawford and I are a bit worried about what sort of subtext is happening with that, but as long as our team is happy together I suppose it doesn't matter.

[no_more_denying]

[rip rip teaaaaar. he's imagining the journal is your face, apparently.]

Quit fucking with his head.

[iknowwhatyoudo]

He came with us because he wanted to. There was no fucking with his head. I haven't even been in his head yet. Headaches when I tried to use my powers, you know? (I went out and asked about Ibuprofen tho, and got something that works almost as well.)

Suck it up and get over it. Or buy a new ball of yarn and try to lure him back?

[no_more_denying]

[a rustling sound and more rips in the paper--in the edges this time instead of the middle. He'd been standing on his journal before, now he's awkwardly moving off of it. But there's still enough contact to pick up a last stray thought or two.]

Go to hell. I'm not going to--

[Journal shuts. That would be a 'fuck off'.]

[iknowwhatyoudo]

[redlamb]

Someday it will happen. You'll see.