they just... stare... they're really fucking confused with the owl head. is this what it would be like if skye's fox mask was alive???
        â WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT ?  â unnecessary question, he knows the answer. heâs aware â sees all, sees what sits behind their eyes as if theyâd drawn their thoughts out for him. a twitch, feathers ruffling with the annoyed tick. restlessness, or something else in the jittery, sharp movements he makes, but one thing is solid, unmoving. that stare, piercing into them through dull, crimson - tinted eyes.               â GET OUT OF MY FACE. YOU DONâT BELONG HERE. THEREâS NOTHING FOR YOU HERE.  â









