✘ ᴛʜᴇ boy least likely to。specificsApril 29 2011, 20:08:27 UTC
[ Arthur on the couch as he is coming to loathe but mildly resigned to a lot of the time (save for his increasingly apt navigation of the apartment) is a little less annoyed since having something with four legs and an inexplicable affection for him to distract. At present, Pancake however is actually distracted himself, sort of lunging at the back/top of the couch to get his paws planted there, staring all big-eyed toward wherever that racket is coming from. Birds. Lots of birds. Pretty birds?
Arthur has no clue, sightless being as sightless does, but he loops an arm around the tiny dog and pulls Pancake into his lap where the dog leans against said arm with that Still On Alert posture dogs adopt, but he also stays. ]
How many do you have?
[ With all the squawking or whatever he's not able to gauge where Ariadne is, so he sort of yells, sort of. ]
✘ ᴛʜᴇ boy least likely to。proportionedApril 29 2011, 20:21:41 UTC
[ The first thing Ariadne did when she woke up this morning was check the network since, invariably, this seems the easiest way to determine whether or not there's a curse around. And surely enough, there'd be proof of it all over (moreso from the vantage point of her bedroom window, looking out at the cathedral and the square beyond). There was, of course, no other explanation for it. Six birds, all quetzals of various sizes and brightness of plumage, all tethered to her wrist by way of rough butcher-type twine like an unruly squadron of balloons. Unlike other, perhaps more unfortunate people, Ariadne's birds are connected by long lead lines which means they're not literally in her hair. On the flip side, this gives them more or less run of any room that they're in so Ariadne has taken to picking up a lot of the slack with her hand, giving the birds a few feet at best
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✘ ᴛʜᴇ boy least likely to。specificsApril 29 2011, 20:56:47 UTC
[ Pancake barks, well it's more like a yip all things considered, but he seems genuinely conflicted over how comfortable it is to remain where he is or to go tearing off down the hall toward the not-so-melodious din over yonder. Arthur himself considers venturing forth and then thinks better of it both for his sake and, really, not wanting to incite any protectiveness he hasn't already.
Besides, six is...a lot and Arthur, not being sure of the size of said birds, has some misgivings concerning how the odds are stacked should Round One Unofficial Pancake Versus Quetzal end up starting anyway. Said corgi climbs out of his arms only to walk to the end of the couch and walk back to him, which Arthur feels as Pancake nudges against his elbow. He blinks sightlessly at the reply however, brow arched. ]
I guess the bright side is if it's the first, that's two less birds to listen to all day and if it's the second, then they're not going to be around long enough for it to matter.
✘ ᴛʜᴇ boy least likely to。shiftsApril 29 2011, 21:08:25 UTC
[ The knob jiggles as Eames fiddles with the front door's lock, and it takes some time before it gives out under the turn of the key. What Eames isn't expecting to open the door to, though, is a cacophony of animals - between the singing birds and the occasionally yipping dog. Pancake turns his tiny head to look at him, though he isn't old enough yet to go jumping off furniture so he mostly ends up just pressing his ears back in frustration and confusion. Eames closes the door slowly behind him, brows raising upward toward his hairline, lips parting. ]
Bugger. Not you, too.
[ He's seen enough of the misgivings around the City today. It's no wonder the place isn't covered in bird feces as much as it is the occasional down feather. ]
✆ [ v o i c e m a i l ]oshutupMay 6 2011, 01:04:24 UTC
Ariadne, I believe it was. Erm, this is Peter - from earlier, the one with the sword. I take it from your expression it's not the sort of thing you've grown accustomed to here just yet. Understandable.
[ Pause. ]
Thought I'd check in, anyway. I hope you've gotten back to wherever it is you're staying at present. Feel no obligation to reply promptly. You must be tired, though at some point, a word would be appreciated.
That is, I'd like to know that you did get back.
Suppose that's all.
Take care.
[ A pause as if he might say something else but doesn't, click. End voicemail. ]
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Arthur has no clue, sightless being as sightless does, but he loops an arm around the tiny dog and pulls Pancake into his lap where the dog leans against said arm with that Still On Alert posture dogs adopt, but he also stays. ]
How many do you have?
[ With all the squawking or whatever he's not able to gauge where Ariadne is, so he sort of yells, sort of. ]
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Besides, six is...a lot and Arthur, not being sure of the size of said birds, has some misgivings concerning how the odds are stacked should Round One Unofficial Pancake Versus Quetzal end up starting anyway. Said corgi climbs out of his arms only to walk to the end of the couch and walk back to him, which Arthur feels as Pancake nudges against his elbow. He blinks sightlessly at the reply however, brow arched. ]
I guess the bright side is if it's the first, that's two less birds to listen to all day and if it's the second, then they're not going to be around long enough for it to matter.
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Bugger. Not you, too.
[ He's seen enough of the misgivings around the City today. It's no wonder the place isn't covered in bird feces as much as it is the occasional down feather. ]
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[ Pause. ]
Thought I'd check in, anyway. I hope you've gotten back to wherever it is you're staying at present. Feel no obligation to reply promptly. You must be tired, though at some point, a word would be appreciated.
That is, I'd like to know that you did get back.
Suppose that's all.
Take care.
[ A pause as if he might say something else but doesn't, click. End voicemail. ]
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