Natural Mother [Open]

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Within a school, despite the bad reputation for what is actually served there, cafeterias are a popular gathering place for almost all students, for Transmigration Nine however, this is not the case. In fact, this cafeteria had an even worse reputation for what was dispensed here and due the the fact the crew was not contained to a school and had

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"What is that?" Howard parks himself across the table from Diana and gives the bird a look. "It looks like an animal you'd scrape off your shoe. I didn't know they made rats with beaks."

And after a pause. "And that's to say nothing of the bird."

[keep_suriving]

Wordlessly, Diana watched Howard sit down and make his comment, then she calmly plucked the second spoon from the slowly diminishing grey mound of slop on the trey, licked it clean then tossed it in Howard's direction.

She hadn't bothered to aim it but luckily it seemed to be flying towards his forehead and not his eye.

[i_sell_drugs]

Howard snatches it out of the air a few centimeters from his head (and is rather impressed with himself that he managed that). Thankfully he managed to get his tray set down first, or he'd have been unable to defend himself from Death By Spoon.

"So what're you up to these days? Besides nursing the world's ugliest bird baby."

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She sighed and held out her hand for her spoon back.

"You know me, a bit of this and that."

The baby bird began croaking again, so Diana gagged it by forcing some more food down its gullet.

"I saw Orc a while back, how's he been since? Not fallen into a drunken coma already has he?"

[i_sell_drugs]

"You're seriously wasting food on that thing? And here I was having second thoughts about feeding my cat."

Howard shrugs. "Drunk. The usual. I introduced him to the beer tree and I think it replaced me for best friend privileges."

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"I can't stand the noise." Brushing off his comment dismissively, not wanting to admit that the tiny creature crying out in hunger made her skin crawl.

"Well, that's to be expected, this is Orc we're talking about."

[i_sell_drugs]

Howard knows exactly what she means. It's why he hated that stupid Furby back in the day, after all. "So kill it."

Howard nods. "Yeah, I know. It's not like I'm expecting anything better."

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"That'd be rather ungrateful, since the thing was a gift." Besides, Diana couldn't kill a baby, she just couldn't. Not after...

No, not unless she was literally starving to death again was she hurting any animal that was infant related. In fact, if she could just stay away from babies period that'd be pretty nice.

"Has he even found a place to stay or is he just camping out under the tree?"

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"Who'd you have to sleep with to get a bird?" Howard eyes it. It's so...weird-looking. It's as if nature decided that being a kid wasn't hard enough and decided to make them incredibly ugly, except only for birds.

"I'm moving him into my place. I just need to, you know. Clear a path through the stacks of magazines and appliances so we can get to the spare bedroom."

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"It's always about sex with you, isn't it?" She rolled her eyes and the baby bird tried to nest itself against her arm.

"Anyway, it's not like I asked for this thing. It was a 'surprise'." She poked the dozing chick to make sure it hadn't died in its sleep, it gave a answering croak.

"Magazines? What are you collecting those for?" She paused, then put on a cruel smirk before pulling a look of false disgust. "Actually, considering my previous statement, I don't think I want to know."

[i_sell_drugs]

"Someone surprised you with an ugly bird? What happened to flowers and chocolate?" He reaches over to poke at it too.

"Ew, no. Not those kinds of magazines." He rolls his eyes at her. "Fire tinder, dummy. Don't be so uncreative."

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The chick flails its stubby wings and attempts to wriggle its way closer to Diana, feeling threatened.

She plucked one of the pretty egg shards and held it up. "It wasn't supposed to be this ugly."

She raised her eyebrows, unamused at his comment, then put on what could only be described as an 'Astrid' voice. Pre-bug event Astrid, of course. "Magazines don't burn as well as regular paper or books. The covers are difficult to light and can smother the fire you set to the pages." Her smirk was back.

[i_sell_drugs]

"Nothing is supposed to be that ugly. God, its eyes are like bugging out and stuff."

He rolls his eyes at her. "That's why you take the covers off, moron. Besides, 'doesn't burn as well' doesn't mean 'don't burn at all'."

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"Yeh, yeh, chitter, chatter. I know you love to talk but can we pause it for a sec?" She gave an irritated sigh.

"Did you bring what I asked for?"

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"Yeah." He pulls a syringe, the type used to clean mouth surgical sites, out of his bag. "This should work for you. I just can't believe you're feeding this thing. I just never saw you as the mommy type."

He tilts his head. "Obvious exceptions aside, of course."

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She shrugs. "It had to eat."

Diana gives him a look of warning about his comment before plucking the syringe out of his hand.

"Thanks. Good to see you can be co-operative when the mood suits you."