[Wow, that's got to be the clumsiest and worst subject shift in the history of ever.]
[At least until Jay opens his mouth next, that is.]
[Something landed, he knows. Something made its mark and nestled in that well-meaning, hollow-boned skull of his, and while he could take a guess at what, he can't really know for certain. Something's wound the bird boy up some, though, and he can use that.]
[He can use a lot of things about Jay. The poor sod just lends himself to it.]
You're not even gonna ask me about the weather? I'm disappointed, Merrick. Really.
no subject
[At least until Jay opens his mouth next, that is.]
[Something landed, he knows. Something made its mark and nestled in that well-meaning, hollow-boned skull of his, and while he could take a guess at what, he can't really know for certain. Something's wound the bird boy up some, though, and he can use that.]
[He can use a lot of things about Jay. The poor sod just lends himself to it.]
You're not even gonna ask me about the weather? I'm disappointed, Merrick. Really.