three. ➛ that old familiar tweet

[toughest.livejournal.com]

[The sound of beating wings immediately make it clear that oh boy, it's another victim of that bird thing that's been going around. Jason really isn't too pleased about waking up with feathers and it's audible. There's a lot of chirping going on that, really, can only be described as angry.

At some point it sounds like something gets knocked over as there is a loud crash and the fluttering and chirping stop for a moment.

Then the noises pick right back up again. For those not paying attention to the journals, all of this racket can be heard on the thirteenth floor as well.]

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[toughest.livejournal.com]

[NO DUH. Of course she can't, he's a freakin' bird. Jason would be rolling his eyes if he could.

Have another single chirp instead. He'll be going with the whole once is yes, twice is no thing.]

[bogusmagic.livejournal.com]

I see.

Tap out your room number.

[toughest.livejournal.com]

[Augh, that's an annoying task, but fine.

He taps the journal with his beak once. Pause. Three times. Pause. Once. Pause. Eight times.]

[bogusmagic.livejournal.com]

1318.

[grabbing her journal and heading up there. She'll be a few minutes]

[toughest.livejournal.com]

[He'll be waiting, a little inconspicuous ball of black, red and white feathers on the bed.

Lucky thing he didn't lock his door.]

[bogusmagic.livejournal.com]

[First she'll be getting his name off his nameplate, then opening the door a tiny bit and peering in before entering, but when she does she's heading right over to the bed and staring down at him.]

[toughest.livejournal.com]

[He flaps his wings once in greeting before.... staring right back. There's not much else he can do.]

[bogusmagic.livejournal.com]

[And she doesn't have a whole lot (read: any) experience with birds, so she'll just continue staring at him for another minute or two, before deciding to say something.]

.....

Have you eaten?

((Also I'm awesome and forgot animals tend to feel very relaxed (http://bogusmagic.livejournal.com/11831.html) around Yuki because of her alienness.))

[toughest.livejournal.com]

[By all means, he should be very annoyed with her by now. Because staring is rude in the first place and for that long it's pretty much mocking to him. But for some reason, he doesn't feel annoyed at all.

He chirps twice to indicate no.]

[bogusmagic.livejournal.com]

I see.

[blinks, before turning and walking out of the room.

... Yes, she's pretty much just expecting him to follow.]

[toughest.livejournal.com]

[It takes him a second to realize that, but then he's flying after her.]

[bogusmagic.livejournal.com]

[it'll become apparent when they hit the sixth floor that she isn't going to the kitchen, she's going to the library]

[toughest.livejournal.com]

[Yeaahh, he catches onto that pretty quickly and speeds up a bit so he can land on her shoulder and chirp the bird equivalent of 'where are you going, that is not the kitchen' in her ear.]

[bogusmagic.livejournal.com]

[She can guess what he's trying to say at least, as she heads over to some bookshelves]

I don't know what type of food robins eat.

[toughest.livejournal.com]

[He'd tell you what he would like to eat, but alas.

He'll just fly on top of a bookshelf and wait there.]

[bogusmagic.livejournal.com]

[Scanning the book spines, and since she has the entire library catalogue pretty much memorized it'll only take her a minute or two to find the correct book. She'll grab it and then start for the door]

Come on.

[toughest.livejournal.com]

[That didn't take her as long as he thought it would, luckily.

A tweet and he follows after her again.]

[bogusmagic.livejournal.com]

[Down to the kitchen they go! As the head down there Yuki will be skimming through the book and getting an idea of what kind of bird food would be edible.]

Beetles, ants, spiders, grasshoppers... various types of arthropods.

[toughest.livejournal.com]

[Nooo, inwardly cringing at all that. He's gonna land on her shoulder again to tweet loudly and flap his wings in protest.]

[bogusmagic.livejournal.com]

[glances over]

.....?

[toughest.livejournal.com]

[Calms down and chirps twice. No. No bugs of any kind.]

[bogusmagic.livejournal.com]

... Ah. Understood.

[Which means she'll keep skimming the book for any other foods mentioned, but it's only saying different types of bugs. So she's frowning very, very slightly.]

.....

[toughest.livejournal.com]

[Thank goodness. He'd really like to tell her that something like potato chips would be more than fine, but alas. He figures he can try showing her when they get to the kitchen.]

1/2

[bogusmagic.livejournal.com]

[When they get down there she'll close the book and stop in the doorway, staring at the entirety of the kitchen. People feed birds birdseed, but somehow she doubts he'd be interested in eating that....]

[bogusmagic.livejournal.com]

[- waaaaaaaaitaminute.]

Ah. I know.

[wanders on over to the fridge and starts pulling out different kinds of vegetables and such - lettuce, spinach, carrots, potatoes....]