The blue jay, despite its name, has only either black or white feathers, and not blue plumage, though its feathers appear blue to the casual observer. Part of the Corvid family, the small blue jay shares the affinity of other birds in its family, such as magpies, for shiny objects. Since human activity has reduced the amount of forest available for the blue jay to nest in, this creature has become increasingly widespread in urban areas. The public may spot these birds searching the garbage on the lookout for shiny treasures.
He lifts his head, blinking at the absolutely done look Dabi has on his face. He smiles.
“You are covered in trash,” Dabi points out. “It cancels your charm.”
Hawks gasps. “You are trash!” Dabi rolls his eyes, but helps him out of the waste bin. “These are treasures.”
He sticks his hand on his pocket, and proudly shows his findings to Dabi. The villain sighs, and grabs the empty candy wrappers, burning them in his hands. If he looks closely though, there’s three mismatched earrings and one peeble.
“You realize you can buy these in stores, right?” Dabi says, taking one of the earrings. It’s long, blue, and eventhough it does shines, it’s junk jewelley, the type his mother would never wear. “Better ones.”
Hawks’ mouth pinches at the sides, and he looks down, hands curling over his treasure before setting them carefully on his pockets again. “It’s not the same.”
Dabi sighs, and cups the birdhead’s face, taking his black earrings off and sliding the new in place. It’s too long for Hawks face, and too tacky. But he lights up, smiling wide and eyes trying to catch the sparkle as he shakes his head slightly.