(For the starter: ❛ I – I’m okay! I’m okay. ❜ Hubert, with a very concerned Billiam and Butler.)
"Hubert, you're clearly not-" "N-no no, I [CHIRP]- I'm fine!" Hubert covered one eye of his mask and waved a hand at Billiam and Butler, giving the most strained smile either of them had ever seen on him, and that was only because the mask had slipped halfway off. He never let that happen under normal conditions- but it was clear he was not under "normal conditions" right now. His tics were going haywire, wings flapping and stretching wildly and random phrases repeating like a broken record. He jumped into the air and nearly knocked over a vase, twitching sporadically. "Oh no :( I- I mean- I should go up to my room- Birdseed! Birdseed!" Butler rumbled quietly and tried to step forward. Hubert jumped back a few inches, once again waving his hand and then grabbing at one of his wings, interrupting it mid-flap. "No! I-I'm okay, really. I'm okay." "No, you're not." Okay, it was odd to hear that sort of conviction in Butler's voice, but it really was fine! It'd be over in a few minutes, maybe... He was just unlucky. Hubert popped once and then said the word "Pop!" and Butler answered with a couple pops of his own. "Agh, see, now it's happening to you, I really should just go-" Butler grabbed his arm, wincing as it tore out a few feathers. Hubert's other hand clapped against his face. "ow- Pesky bird!" His head twitched. "No <3 ah- Not on your own. We're going, at least one of us." He laughed very fakely, then grimaced. Hubert's tics really were triggering his own. He gave a jerky finger gun and then vwooped away into the void with Hubert in tow. At least in the empty space, there was nothing for Hubert to hurt himself on or knock over.