* flappy birds are evil, man ,
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next thing he knows, he’s already falling asleep. even despite the small pair of talons digging into his shoulder.
of the things james might have imagined when he'd left his room with a hoodie and a snapback on in late spring, a hoard of birds surrounding what looks like another human being is not on the list. especially when the birds have a particularly murderous look in their eyes. one of the birds is perched on the person — james can't even get a good look at the figure — and dangerously close to something that might be eyeballs. it doesn't look like a good situation and james looks around for anyone else within the vicinity who might be as concerned as he is.
he finds no one else.
with a certain degree of... panic, james plucks a huge leaf off the nearest plant and marches over to the hoard of birds, waving it rather ridiculously. some of the birds squawk loudly and resist, but most of them disperse. one cannot discern if it's because james looks like an actual threat or if the birds are internally laughing at how stupid he must seem. nonetheless, he manages to clear off all of the vicious looking birds and he's left with finding that... the human was asleep.
oh.
oh sehun, dream manipulation.
well, at least he hasn't just chased off a group of birds from some kind of avian manipulation related mutant. james looks off to the side and notes that the hoard of birds have relocated to a nearby tree and are still shooting predatory glances at the sleeping student. perhaps he'll just sit here with his huge leaf and keep guard, lest they try a second offensive attack. he doesn't exactly have better things to do than to fend off bloodthirsty birds from a fellow student.
