I'm Not The Villian

@gabrielrcycs @fromtheshadcws

Feeling snappy are we? I’m not falling apart, Miles. The only thing that may be falling off me is the feathers. I’m more held together than that.

Ouch. Wounded. I’ve been pummeled by your harsh words, Mr creepy… Reel in that edge, my friend.

Don’t you have something else to do other than pestering me? Maybe there’s a snack uneaten somewhere you can busy yourself with.

It’s already shaping up to be a morning. I need alcohol. 

Want to come over and share mine? I’ve got plenty.

Sounds like a plan to me. I can bring lunch if you’re hungry. Pretty sure I have one containment device left. 

Up to you. The door’s open.

It’s already shaping up to be a morning. I need alcohol. 

Want to come over and share mine? I’ve got plenty.

It’d be warm as hell. And the inner part of your wings have the down so I could easily just groom there and get what I need in about three months with successive molts.

Eh, go for it.

Gotcha. I’ll have those sent shortly.