burntvideocassette: (a bit sad and a bit scared)
Jay Merrick ([personal profile] burntvideocassette) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs 2018-08-23 04:23 am (UTC)

"You don' have to--" --carry me, he means to say, pulling himself upright on his one good foot and balancing the remaining weight on the other. That plan goes out the door the second his head starts swimming, sending him back into Tim's side. His beak's still half-open, earning him a mouthful of some-guy-from-physics-class's feathers. He spits.

Looks like walking unaided isn't really an option. And it's still not like Tim has to prop his sorry ass up, but he's still doing it.

What do you say, Jaybird?

"Thanks," he mumbles. He shuffles along as quickly as he can manage in whichever direction Tim points them, cowed for the moment.

Until he gets another idea. His foot's near-useless, but he's got two operational wings (even if his parents say otherwise, with how clear it is he never takes the time to preen them). He tilts his head back, looking up at the canopy.

He ignores the way his head buzzes again, unexpected vertigo from the sudden movement.

"Hey." He nudges Tim, before glancing up again.

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