A stroll

[artischaos]

Bat firmly nestled into his hair, Jamie heads out the door for one of his very few excursions out. Being a bit of a recluse, he's not used to the idea of lots of people coming and going - he's been spending the few weeks since it really sunk in that he was trapped in his room, painting. The strange box he's yet to find a use for has been moved to

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[thehighestwing]

It doesn't take a whole lot for Phoebe Donovan to try and initiate conversation with a stranger, but this one seems very interesting, considering the bat. She has no shame, much less inhibition.

As he's walking he'll find a tiny blonde starts falling in step, her own hands shoved into her pockets.

"So, like." She motions to his hair and the creature nestled into it. "What's up with that, dude? Seriously."

[artischaos]

Jamie turns to give a civil greeting and a polite response to the woman's inquiry but, as he is coming to expect, he doesn't get the chance to speak. Instead, the red-eyed bat pops its head up to look at her, speaking clearly (and somewhat surprisingly) in a gruff tone.

"Kids these days, can't go anywhere without getting themselves in trouble. Believe you me, I'd rather be napping, but noo, you human-types have to do things in the daylight. Psh. Nothing that special about the sun."

Jamie's ears flush slightly red as he moves to apologize for his rather rude pet. "Ah, my apologies, Azeroth can be rather... brash at times."

[thehighestwing]

"What the...?"

Phoebe doesn't know in a few days she is going to meet another talking bat and will even climb up a tree for it.

All she knows right now is that there is a bat here, and it is talking, and while she has seen many things in her short life she cannot safely say this experience is a new one.

"Brash. Yah. He's also fucking talking."

Excuse her cursing, Jamie. She isn't always this rude. Really.

[artischaos]

Jamie pauses, blinking. "Shouldn't he?" Stranger things have happened than his being totally confused by the natural order of things, but it seemed only logical that..

"Ah!" he says, realization dawning. "You see, he's not really a rat."

"Bat." growls the creature.

"Bat, right. He's a bat now," Jamie reminds himself, before recalling his halted explanation. "Or well, he isn't a bat now. Or a rat. He's a demon."

Confusing, much?