"im the best!" red bird awks his loudest. his black hand and metal hand talk with him for all hes shouty shouty. "im king!" {what-of} look-out asks, giving his most done-face. his hands shift from palms wobbled out to in with pointers and thumbs linked like chains. "of me! of all the things!" the bony goat knight, dead and pale as red bird is live and red, huffs a silent snort. red bird gives teeth, part laugh and all pride. "am so. king. and gonna eat all the chips i found!" look-outs shiny shiny eyes full of blue wrong-fire narrow to thin streamers and his palms spread to crackle with the purple death. just a little of it. just enough. the open crinkly bag of chips red bird found in the big glorious bins of free food has been thiefed! taken! ripped from him for showing off mid spin. he gawks at look-out while his skirt settles and stills around knobby scabby red knees. his hands are still held up, pinchy pinch as if holding something tight. "betrayed!" yaru shouts, forgetting to use his hands at all, and look-out just gives an ugly hoarse laugh before deliberately turning his face away. if he cant see he cant know red birds words, and now its the most one sided game of keeps-away as red bird pops from one pocket of the world around look-out to the other, trying to reach, trying to get look-out to look. being deaf and tall and immune to red birds portal tricks just isnt fair. {dont-eat garbage} look-out tells him later, but before theres a hand to his head careful careful and another hand out to give a sweet from acorns tray.
- illustrated by my good buddy corpse: commissions info - prompt inspired by this art: “im going to eat chips out of the garbage!” - the long-suffering “look-out”/grave belongs to mr @234am
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