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Mar 01, 2009 00:21

Characters: Birdman, Danny Fenton, Parano
Content: Birdman and Parano pay Dannyboy a late night visit.
Location: Dannyboy's sauve digs.
Time of Day: Five in the morning.
Warnings: ~*Sexy under garments*~

( I've been going around, meeting my new neighbors. I think that it is important to know one's neighbors. )

parano, birdman, danny fenton

Comments 8

benbernanke March 1 2009, 08:49:16 UTC

Parano was getting very tired of walking by this point. He’d been trudging along for a good hour or so, struggling to identify little details on signs and buildings indicating where he currently was and which direction to go in order to reach the final destination.

The cold really didn’t help matters at all. While the pilfered leopard coat managed to keep most of it out, his exposed face still stung terribly. How much further?

Would Birdman even be there when he finally managed to reach the meeting point?

A little part of him wished for just that. Some reason to track the man down and let out all that pent up, unfounded aggression. Maybe not so unfounded, actually. This was Birdman ( ... )

benbernanke March 1 2009, 11:48:21 UTC

-teeth?

oh

OH

OOOH!

That's right. Those teeth.
Oh Rita.
Their soft rattling from somewhere within Birdman's overalls caused slight pangs of jealousy to rise within Parano. What he wouldn't give to have one more go at their previous owner. But that chance was long gone now. Dead and gone forever along with her.

oh well.

These things happen.

"Did you bring it?"

Smirk.

"Of course, friend. I've got it right here." he said, chucking the bag up and over and SPLAT on the ground again.

God damn it.Well, it's not like the thing hadn't already been splatted once before. One more couldn't hurt all that much. Brushing it off, he plunged a hand into the bag and rummaged around for moment before fishing out a little silky pink something. With both hands, he grasped what he assumed to be the ends of the thing and held it out before him proudly. There, raised into the air, was the pinkest, silkiest, frilliest, most ridiculous pair of women's undergarments either of them had ever laid eyes upon. Most likely, it had been the only pair as ( ... )

benbernanke March 2 2009, 06:34:46 UTC

Oh wow did he just caw? He did. He definitely just cawed right at him. Wow wow wow.
Well you are a bird aren't you?
003.

A very large manbird at that. As the manbirdman rose from his place on the porch, Parano suddenly felt very self conscious of his own height. He was a great deal shorter and they were both taking note of this.
fuck you, you tall, greasy, unwashed ass.

A sudden movement of the birdthing's arm caught his attention.
Now what did he have there? Some strange black box with little gadgets and a strap coming out of it? What was it WHAT WAS IT WHAT WAS IT?
Two very interested eyes locked right onto it.

"What's that you have there?" Trying very hard not to sound too painfully curious.
It's definitely not cake and it's definitely not a "panties" WHAT IS IT-Must not have heard ( ... )

hesaphantom March 5 2009, 04:20:23 UTC

When the door was kicked, Danny woke briefly, but, soon fell back asleep, attributing it to crabs or debris hitting the reinforced steel door downstairs.

The sturdy wooden chair under the doorknob was working as an effective block against normal people, and, it would at least wake him up if someone decided to kick the door in.

He shouldn't have fallen back asleep so easily.

benbernanke March 11 2009, 00:31:55 UTC

Parano still lingered behind in the doorway, hesitant to enter the building even after the Birdman had made his way inside. Come on now. Nothing’s here but a little sleeping humanthing and a grotesquely unwashed manbird. Slowly and somewhat shakily, he moved one foot forward and crossed the threshold separating him from the heavy dark unknown ahead. It was a terrifying ordeal that lasted only a second. Once inside, he stood there for a few moments tensed up and clinging to the bag as tightly as possible with a pair of very shaky hands. But nothing happened. Nothing jumped out and knocked him to the ground and tried to tear his throat out. He felt his muscles slowly ease and his eyes begin the process of adjusting the lack of any real light. There was nothing to fear. Confidence began its steady incline as comfort levels increased. Straightening his posture out, Parano made his way over the where the other one stood. The smell was becoming more tolerable, though it was still extremely unpleasant. Couldn’t quite put his finger on ( ... )