" C'mon, birdie. Don't be mad. " he chuckled. " It's not my fault my species hunts down yours. " he stood. " I was acting on instinct. "
ㅤ 𝓶u͟r͟a͟masa . ㅤ
An eye twitch at this, not Sunday's fault for his poor lack of food intake.. once he was freed; standing up in place to dust himself from being knocked down unceremoniously. "That is a subject for later to be discussed at an appropriate time."
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" It's your fault for being so skinny. " but he moved away, sitting on the grass next to the bird man.
ㅤ 𝓶u͟r͟a͟masa . ㅤ
"Surely if I could, I would have taken initiative." Another few more flaps hearing this. "Indeed so, sir. This isn't really a comfortable position... you are almost crushing me."
