foolishwren | 91. [Video/Action for Cianwood City]

Okay-- OKAY, OKAY, hang on, I got it!

All right, get back.

_{[The sound of big reptilian feet plodding backwards through wet sand can be heard as the camera shows a wobbly view of.... Sunny the Togekiss standing on an appropriately sunny Cianwood beach. The water's lapping at the shore, the sky is bright blue, it's totally beautiful.]

[A PERFECT day to test out the new, hard-earned skill gotten from beating Chuck in a furious fist-fight (and some obligatory after-battle arm-wrestling): Fly.]

[Perched precariously on the back of the big white marshmallow-bird is Heather, kneeling and holding onto the thick white plumage with both hands. She's got a determined expression.]}

Okay. Let's give it a try. I-- no, Dad, it's gonna be FINE, that's why I'm practicing on the BEACH, remember? Sand is soft!

OKAY.

Ready, girl?

Let's-- oh shit aw HELL--

_{[With some gentle but powerful WHOMPS, the Togekiss had begun to serenely flap its pillowy wings and take off. ... Without Heather, because Heather has no idea how the hell to ride a flying thing and was promptly jostled off by the wing motion.]

[Touching down again, Sunny trills and lovingly sits upon the face-down Heather like any caring bird mother might with a stupid bird baby that crash-landed after trying to fly.]}

... Okay.

This could take a little practice.

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[Fine, he'll just sit there waiting for her to free herself, baring his teeth in a wolfish grin.]

Want a piece of advice from a professional?

_{[She'd wriggled part of the way out-- legs were still under when she propped herself up on her elbows and glared up at Crow.]}

Yeah, what.

Keep your legs tighter -- you ain't gonna hold onto her with your arms alone no matter how hard you try. And speaking of those, don't grab her by feathers, since you'll only end up ripping 'em out and unless we're opening a pillow factory here on the beach, we don't need that, do we? Try wrapping your arms around her instead.

[... Yes, this is actual, useful advice he offers her here. But, of course, he wouldn't be himself it wasn't followed by a smug smirk.]

Y'know, the basics.

_{[It IS good advice! ... >8( BUT HE LOOKS SO SMUG.]}

Hey, wipe that smirk off your face.

It's not my fault I've never flown before.

_{[STILL. Making mental notes of everything he'd said anyway.]}

[NOPE NEVER. The smirk remains in its place!]

I didn't have any problems with that. But there again, I may be a natural-born talent!

Yeah, well you also collect birds like baseball cards, so.

'S why I said I'm a professional!

[Grinning, he extends his arm to help her wiggle out from under the owl. Wanted or not, she's getting help and that's it.]

_{[Rather pointedly, she DOESN'T take the arm and just pulls herself out the rest of the way. Because HMPH.]}

Obsession doesn't equal profession. N'that's a fact.

[He rolls his eyes at this presentation of ~*~wounded pride~*~ of hers, even though he'd totally do the same.]

It ain't obsession. 'S knowing what's good!

[... Also known as favoritism.]

Hey, birds are fine.

I just wouldn't want a whole freakin' team made of 'em, that's all.

_{[BIRD POOP EVERYWHERE.]}

You say that like it's a bad thing.

[WHICH IT ISN'T, BY THE WAY.]

Three words.

Bird poop everywhere.

... That's why you're a trainer, ain'tcha?

You're supposed to train 'em.

Yeah, but at least other animals more traditionally do their business on the ground and then BURY it.

Birds are just like WATEVA WATEVA I DO WHAT I WANT.

'S how birds are. They do what they want!

[... He makes it sound like it's something to be proud of, so he's probably taking it beyond the TMI boundary.]

_{[YEAH CROW SHE DID REALLY NOT NEED TO KNOW THAT.]}

Yeah, uh, things that do whatever they want stop being cool when 'shitting everywhere' is what they want.

[Wow today seems to be a day full of eye-rolling for Crow, as he does that again.]

Doesn't change the fact they're the most handy way to travel around here, so you'll have to deal.

[He smiles and points at Sunny.]

Gonna give it another shot?

_[Mlehbleh.]

Maybe. Not right now though.

[He raises an eyebrow at that, giving her a somewhat mocking grin.]

What, giving up already?

No, I just want to go get one of those stupid Seel-shaped ice pops from the truck on the edge of the beach to make myself feel better.

Don't assume.

_{[She gets to her feet, reaching out to flick his nose as she does so.]}

[He's caught by surprise by the gesture and ends up staring at her with a WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT kind of expression afterwards, but then smiles again and stands up himself.]

Right, my bad. [He looks in the direction of the said truck.] I guess you've earned it!

For trying.

You'd best shut up or I'll kick sand down your shirt and you'll never be able to get it out.

_{[Threats are just a daily part of interacting with Heather.]}

So far, you're the only one with sand stuck in their clothes.

[Take that.]

_{[And this would be when she kicks sand all over him and then runs.]}

Wha--

[BLARGH WHY SAND no one likes sand in their clothes and Crow certainly isn't an exception to that.]

You little-- GET BACK HERE!

[RUNNING AFTER HER.]

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