#weenietrolls

"Excuse you I like a stupid soap opera as much as the next person. Besides, I wanna picture whatever the hell's going on in my head, makes it at least 300% more ridiculous." Dal smirked and rolled his eyes, "Nah, it's just for if I have people over and they want to watch something ridiculous. Like right now for instance."

"Well I have a phone and husktop to play games on, TVs not really needed here. Unless you sit next to the person and make some kind of commentary."

"Fuck yeah get all close and tell you you're going the wrong direction or that that one character is totally an asshole run him over. Shit like that."

Com laughed before pausing, "Wait, going the wrong direction? How the hell would you know if I was going the wrong direction?"

"Bird sense."

"Oh my god that's not a thing."

"Yeah it is, you should know. You have a berd sense."

The energy coming off the limeblood was happy and it matched the snark coming from him, so as far as Compos was concerned, everything was good right now, "Oh really? And what bird sense would that be?"

"Dude I can't tell you that shit, you gotta go on a soul searching journey and realize your true self via some old coot that live on a mountain. That's how you find your true bird sense."

Outright laughing now Compos shook his head, "Holy shit how could I not have known? Are there some riddles along the way?"

"Oh man so many riddles, got a sphinx quizzin on you every 30 miles to make sure you got the hang of this shit." Dallon grinned, before raising an eyebrow at wings flappin, then a weight on his butt, "The fuck?" falcondad never perched on there before, that couldn't be him.

"Damn, better get my wits stat up then." Compos rolled his eyes, about to comment until he heard the same flapping and turned his head to see what was going on, "Oh no."

"What? What's up?" Dallon asked, turning his head as if he could see the bird currently sitting comfortably on his butt.

"Um...my dad seems to be perching on your ass." Compos groaned before running a hand down his face.

"What? Really? What do I do?" Dal was so confused, turning his head to look at the jade blood, "Can I just try to shoo him away or some shit?"

Another groan, Com was already getting up, getting ready to try and take his lusus off Dallon's butt, "Sure, you can try, it probably won't work..."

Reaching back, Dal tried to carefully swat at the crowpie, only to be met with a loud squawk and a nip at his hand, "Ouch! Dude what the hell? I know I have a plush rump but this is seriously taking it too far."

The shift to annoyed was already happening for Com so it wasn't as bad as it could've been. It was a bit awkward, but he walked behind Dal, looking at his lusus and sighing, "Dad, you need to get off, that's rude." there was more cawing, and Com was very thankful that Dal couldn't understand crow, "What? Dad no, stop it, no. Just get off." he reached forward, trying to grab the crowpie who was certainly making himself at home, and was met with the same squawk and nip at, "Dad! Seriously!" Com groaned and reached forward again only to be met with a screech this time and another bite, "Ow! What the fuck?"

It was Dal's turn to groan, "God. Why this..."

A very angry falcon was now also perched on Dal's butt. Glaring at Com.

"Dad..." there was a screech to silence Dal, "No Dad stop he wasn't trying anything you're-"

Suddenly the room erupted in screeches and squawks and both Dal and Com were very much done with the entire situation.

"They're-"

"I KNOW that, I can feel their feathery selves getting all fight club on my ass, literally." Dal groaned, "Can you please just try and get them off? I'll repay you in food and help for any injuries you might sustain in this endeavour."

With a loud groan, Com rolled up his sleeves and prepared to enter the war.

--

Vel hadn't gotten any messages from Dallon that day aside from that he was going to be hanging out with someone named Compos, a new friend of his. While Vel didn't mind leaving Dal to talk to friends in private, he hadn't answered back any of the other messages, which was really very unlike him. Dal would usually answer back immediately or after a few minutes.

A bit of worry set in, and since Vel had gotten back from feeding the noodle, he decided to go and check on his mate.

Zapping over on the transportalizer as usual...Vel heard some rather unusual things going on in the other room.

"Are you even trying?"

"I am, godammit! But it's hard, they won't stop moving!"

"Fucking hell...ow! Shit what's going on back there?"

"I'm sorry! I can only do so much here!"

Vel's faux fins went down in suspicion as he listened, along with the words were some vague screeches and groans. Peeking out of the door, he saw someone posed behind Dallon, who was leaning over the back of the couch. Anger immediately flared up in him and he growled, slamming the door open.

"Dallon, what the FUCK-" he paused mid sentence as he finally saw what was going on.

Falcondad and another bird, looked like a crow mixed with a magpie, were having an intense battle between each other on Dallon's butt. The troll standing behind Dallon, who had gone completely pale at the sight of Vel, had bruises all over his fingers, probably from trying to separate them. Dal just looked 100% done, but his eyes widened when he heard Vel and he turned his head towards the sound of the seadweller's voice.

"Vel, this isn't what it probably looks like I swear."

It took a moment for Vel to process exactly what was happening, before he started laughing, having to hold onto the door frame eventually because he was laughing so hard.

Dal had changed from his panic to annoyance an embarrassment, added in was now the mood coming from Vel, which wasn't helping Com out at all.

"Godammit Vel you get over here and help now, this isn't funny!"

--

The situation had been resolved once Vel had actually stopped laughing and helped. He had taken care of falcondad, separating him while Com took crowpie dad, the both of them still squawking and screeching. Dal had immediately stood up afterwards, making a point of sitting on the couch, arms folded.

Com had calmed down a bit when he saw that Vel wasn't going to hurt him, and even more so when after a short chat he realized that Vel knew Ten. While the mod had calmed down, and Vel tried to get Com to explain what had happened, the worn out and still annoyed empath just wanted to go hive. So Dal told Com he could, not wanting to stress him even more.

"So the crow landed on your butt, and refused to move, and when he tried to take the bird off your dad swooped in, then all hell broke loose?" Vel wrapped his arms around the limeblood, trying not to laugh even more.