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“❛ Why Fareeha suddenly saw it fit to have me in some sort of aviator’s...”

"Sucks to be you." Said ganymede while he's stuck wearing a paper hat for halloween that he can't quite pull off. damn rubber band...

❝ You, however, are an exception, Ganymede.

That looks awfully adorable on you. ❞

#robotfamiliar #{;ᴊᴜsᴛɪᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋɪᴇs ~ ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ;}#{;ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ᴅᴇғɪɴᴇᴅ ~ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴠᴇʀsᴇ;}

❛ Why Fareeha suddenly saw it fit to have me in some sort of aviator's costume days ago, is beyond me.

But it has been days and she still refuses to take it off of me.

I hate this.

I'm not 'cute' in this attire for heaven's sake! ❜

#{;ᴊᴜsᴛɪᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋɪᴇs ~ ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ;}#{;ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ᴅᴇғɪɴᴇᴅ ~ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴠᴇʀsᴇ;}#{halloween sucks Horus}#{and so does ur owner for fitting you into a cute outfit and forgetting to take it off for you}

GANYMEDE:

“Yeah well. I’m hosting a party on his roof anyway.”

Ganymede seems calm, and quite happy with himself. Maybe even a little smug…?

“Heh. I’ve arranged for my pigeon pals to show up at his place and just. Do what pigeons do.” He explains, fluffing himself up in excitement. “I’ll need to get some bags of popcorn and seeds, but I think I can manage that…” He DID get paid enough to pull that off, after all…

“…I WILL totally call you up if that happens again though.”

Well, it is somewhat nice to see it didn't pull them down as much as Horus had originally expected.

That is good and even admirable, Horus remaining thoughtful about their words as the wind ruffles his feathers silently before his head rises to look back at whatever lies ahead, a nonexistent smile creeping inside his thoughts.

" Well, I am glad you've found a certain...'solution' to your problem, Ganymede.

I'm hoping this idiot gets what he deserves, by your means or not. "

Horus comments once more and after the last of their words, he finally faces Ganymede, neutrality in his reserved thoughts.

" Anytime, Ganymede. I mean that. It's best if we stick together through scenarios like those. "

#{;ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ғᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀs;ʏᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴀs ɪ;ɪ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴀᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ~ ɢᴀɴʏᴍᴇᴅᴇ;}#{;ᴊᴜsᴛɪᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋɪᴇs ~ ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ;}#{;ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ᴅᴇғɪɴᴇᴅ ~ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴠᴇʀsᴇ;}

GANYMEDE:

He pauses. There’s no need for translators here. They’re both birds.

“…The guy who interviewed me and Bastion was a creep. He was making jokes about how Bastion needed to put his gun away, and how he didn’t want me shitting on his shoes. And he petted me without consent. I was this close to going for his stupid make up caked face.”

Horus had always been a good listener, but it was not often he found his blood boiling while at it - always having considered himself calm when it came to situations like these.

But to hear one of his kind disregarded so harshly and with no concern for their emotional integrity.

It shows in how his gaze drops to face the ground, as he listens, claws tightening around in the concrete he currently deemed his perch.

" Imbecile he most likely was.

You should have sought me, Ganymede. I would have ripped his eyes out if I had even caught a glimpse of his face.

...

I'm sorry you had to listen to that nonsense. "

#{;ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ғᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀs;ʏᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴀs ɪ;ɪ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴀᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ~ ɢᴀɴʏᴍᴇᴅᴇ;}#{;ᴊᴜsᴛɪᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋɪᴇs ~ ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ;}#{;ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ᴅᴇғɪɴᴇᴅ ~ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴠᴇʀsᴇ;}

@robotfamiliar replied to your post: "Chirp!"

{{ I agree. I hate dealing with people, so it’s nice to be around other avians… }} He hums, perched next to the other. {{ Yeah… So… I had an interview… today… }}

They do?

Huh.

' Some can be tedious, yes, I must agree with you there. On both things. I think I can speak for the both of us when I say that we don't get enough of this.

Time around our kin is what I meant. '

Horus comments, his eyes set on the horizon ahead. The roof of the HQ sure had a nice view ahead, especially when the sun began to rise the likes of this.

' Hm?

Sounds like something you'd like to tell me about, maybe? '

#robotfamiliar #{ I need a Ganymede tag }#{;ᴊᴜsᴛɪᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋɪᴇs ~ ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ;}#{;ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ᴅᴇғɪɴᴇᴅ ~ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴠᴇʀsᴇ;}

"Chirp!"

' Yes, hello there, Ganymede. '

Not often he gets the opportunity of even addressing another being with a beak & two wings. He may not seem it, but Horus is somewhat fond of the idea.

' It's nice to see you, I must admit. '

#robotfamiliar #{;ᴄᴏɴғᴜsᴇᴅ sᴄʀᴇᴇᴄʜɪɴɢ ~ ᴀsᴋs;}

quiviraqui

maybe she’s born with it

#{;ʙɪʀᴅᴋɪɴᴅ;}

“What a pretty bird!”

Now that is a unique occasion - it is a shame the words used do not share the same aspect - but Horus is surprised nonetheless.

' Arigatō, Shimada-san. '

#ryu-no-hakai #{;ᴄᴏɴғᴜsᴇᴅ sᴄʀᴇᴇᴄʜɪɴɢ ~ ᴀsᴋs;}

"What a pretty bird!" c:

It isn't often he sees the doctor around these parts - and to be graced with a compliment so sweet and yet somehow rare...

Horus seems to treasure her words for a bit, head perking up as Ziegler rejoices in his supposed esthetic charm.

' Greatly appreciated, Ms. Ziegler.

I am happy to see you around. '

#restcre #{;ᴄᴏɴғᴜsᴇᴅ sᴄʀᴇᴇᴄʜɪɴɢ ~ ᴀsᴋs;}

' what a pretty bird ! '

' T-Thanks, Lena. '

Feathers ruffle in slight embarrassment - wasn't the first time he's been called a 'pretty bird' this week.

Or this day as well.

' ...But try to...

You know, maybe take a break between calling me 'pretty'?

It's the...seventh time this week. '

#timeruins #{;ᴄᴏɴғᴜsᴇᴅ sᴄʀᴇᴇᴄʜɪɴɢ ~ ᴀsᴋs;}

What's it like being a bird?

' Well uh, you get to fly real high, tear open small mammals without being given weird looks...

Sometimes at least - but I...

Listen, not to brag or put my own self on a pedestal, but I'm no regular bird, so I'm not sure if there is much else I could say for my kin that properly applies.

Thanks for the...question, nonetheless. '

#Anonymous #{;ᴄᴏɴғᴜsᴇᴅ sᴄʀᴇᴇᴄʜɪɴɢ ~ ᴀsᴋs;}

@thedoorscmbra 👀👀👀

#{It's 2:00 AM}#{I'm getting Horus vibes}#{Too late for me to do stuff}#{but I want my birb back}#{in which hearty fights over what birb to play today}#{all the birb muses}#{a l l of them}#{Also yes hello there beautiful ❤ thanks for validating me--}#Lazy Birb | Mobile Tag

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wishtoconfess

Do it.

I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.

Dear person I hate,

Dear person I like,

Dear ex boyfriend,

Dear ex girlfriend,

Dear ex bestfriend,

Dear bestfriend,

Dear *anyone*,

Dear Santa,

Dear mom,

Dear dad,

Dear future me,

Dear past me,

Dear person I’m jealous of,

Dear person I had a crush on,

Dear girlfriend,

Dear boyfriend,

#to be tagged

MADAME AMELIE:

She took one slender digit, the one she used to pull the trigger ever so seamlessly so many times, and caressed the bird’s head gently. Amelie smiled, her caresses still delivering gentle touches to him.

“I am in no mood to fight, cherie. Rest easy…”

The woman looked up at the sky, and sighed a bit. It was peaceful out here. Strangely so.

“Why did you speak to me?”

A powerful question indeed - perhaps even hard to answer, but it does not take much for Horus to respond either way.

' I... guess I just wanted to prove myself wrong. Everyone's afraid of you back home. But I think you're not as terrible as some say. At least, I don't think you are. '

He speaks, truthfully, head facing the ground in thoughtfulness and ponderations that went deep into his own intentions.

#{;ᴊᴜsᴛɪᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋɪᴇs ~ ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ;}#{;ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ᴅᴇғɪɴᴇᴅ ~ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴠᴇʀsᴇ;}

That should be all the replies I owed if I missed yours, please do let me know!

#{;ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ғᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀs ~ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ;}#{I can't help but feel like I missed someone's tbh}

SHIMADA:

A hum of thought, consideration, is all that Hanzo gives the bird at first, not yet turning his head to observe the other. The bow is taken off the table, carefully set down against the side of his seat instead.

The conversation is polite enough, and admittedly (and rather obviously) Hanzo has his own curiosities about the company he’s found himself in as well. He lacks any plans for the next few hours, regardless. So he folds his hands on the table, brings his gaze up from his bow, and finally looks over the falcon on his perch.

“Curiousity over what?”

That nervousness still lingers, it seems - the eyes of the individual pressing deep into his soul as if they were arrows colliding against a sensitive, soft apple.What's not to be curious over?

Such an enigma - so many things he'd heard but, never willing to believe them until he heard them from the man himself.

' I-I guess you... '

It's all he can muster, for now, muscles tense as a response is waited for.

#{;ᴊᴜsᴛɪᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋɪᴇs ~ ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ;}#{;ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ᴅᴇғɪɴᴇᴅ ~ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴠᴇʀsᴇ;}

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