blue feathers. green feathers. red (open)
Sept 25, 2014 17:51:42 GMT -5
Post by Screaming Kittens on Sept 25, 2014 17:51:42 GMT -5
Cobalt blue irises flashed with annoyance as a young blue, gray, and white bird twittered cheerfully on his head. A twitch of long, artistic fingers roughed from working with wood. A frown, but a few small twitches of lips marred his face. The bird continued to sing rather cheerfully, while the person beneath the bird looked vaguely amused, annoyed, and a bit frustrated at the same time.
" Harbinger. " A deep voice, scratchy from the lack of use, drawled accusingly. " What- did you do to my- No- Don't you d- " It was too late, the bird had released. A small stench of urine filled his nose, and the guy now looked frustrated beyond compare. " YOU BLOODY BIRD! " A high pitched voice of overall frustration bellowed around the room, probably ringing right outside. If people were looking in his direction, the guy didn't really care.
Harbinger seemed to say, But Vale... Isn't your head a nest? The said guy- Vale- started to chuckle slightly. " Now I have to wash you silly bird. " While washing up, Harbinger looked distinctly pleased with himself as he preened his feathers. Vale watched in amusement as he dried his hair with a soft cotton towel he had made himself from scratch. The woods they lived in was full of cotton weeds, and no one seemed to notice they were there.
A small bell rang through Vale's little home, and the nineteen year old perked up a bit. He hadn't had a customer for awhile. " Hello!~ " he called cheerfully. " Welcome to my shop. I'll be out in a bit. " Harbinger tweeted curiously, and Vale smiled fondly, stroking a wing while walking out. " Now be good Harbinger. Don't break anything. "
All he received was a mischievous look in return.