What do you mean 'personal space'?
Who: Fang (fnickbird) & Iggy (birdkid).
When: after Iggy's latest post (and getting snatched by Fran)
Where: Fang's room
Rating: PG/PG13
Summary: Iggy's going to go stay at Fang's room. And it's not for just a little while either.
Warnings: angry snarky birdkids? :3
To put it bluntly; he hurt. He hurt and he was pissed off. He hated doctors to begin with, all birdkids did. It likely had something to do with the whole 'experimented on every day and kept in a dog crate' thing. Not to mention when they'd decided to enhance his then-perfect vision right out of existence. Oh ya, that had been just great.
So to have wound up at the mercy of one yet again, this one oh so interested in what made him able to fly and what the other doctors had done to his eyes, was pretty high up on his list of 'stuff I never want to do again in my life'. That was getting to be a pretty long list too. Angry, hurting, and needing more than ever to be close to his flock, Iggy had packed up what little stuff he had and left his room. He was dragging the mattress behind him, packpack over one shoulder and blankets and pillow under his free arm. He kicked at the door he knew belonged to Fang.
"Hey! Fnick! Open up, would ya'?"
When: after Iggy's latest post (and getting snatched by Fran)
Where: Fang's room
Rating: PG/PG13
Summary: Iggy's going to go stay at Fang's room. And it's not for just a little while either.
Warnings: angry snarky birdkids? :3
To put it bluntly; he hurt. He hurt and he was pissed off. He hated doctors to begin with, all birdkids did. It likely had something to do with the whole 'experimented on every day and kept in a dog crate' thing. Not to mention when they'd decided to enhance his then-perfect vision right out of existence. Oh ya, that had been just great.
So to have wound up at the mercy of one yet again, this one oh so interested in what made him able to fly and what the other doctors had done to his eyes, was pretty high up on his list of 'stuff I never want to do again in my life'. That was getting to be a pretty long list too. Angry, hurting, and needing more than ever to be close to his flock, Iggy had packed up what little stuff he had and left his room. He was dragging the mattress behind him, packpack over one shoulder and blankets and pillow under his free arm. He kicked at the door he knew belonged to Fang.
"Hey! Fnick! Open up, would ya'?"