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It was where Matsuo's mind was going, so a part of him expected the response but a little freaking was inevitable, considering all that happened between himself and Iamel. Right now? He's concentrating on breathing. "Don't go freaking out? Easy for you to say. You didn't go and ******** a bird." He snapped, running a hand through his hair in an agitated fashion. "A bird that could have made me ******** explode apparently. Thats not normal! I may be easy but I stick to my own species thank you very much!"

He shook his head, trying to calm that swell of panic, slow his racing heart. "I need a drink.. I can't think sober." he mutters, turning abruptly to search for something strong and potent to sooth his frazzled nerves, preferably found in a place not so near to the birdboy over by the buffet.

He looked indignant over the other being upset with him. HIM! HE was the victim here! "Don't get upset with me! I didn't go out Looking to ******** your son! He was the one there outside the club looking for a little attention! He was the one who agreed to come back to my place! He was a willing participant! Believe me if I had known he was a bird I would have left him the ******** alone. Im not into beastiality thank you very much! I thought those wings were some sort of fetish costume piece!"

He wrenched his shoulder away. "Maybe You should be talking to your son and not to me. If he hid this from you I wonder what else there could be?" He said pointedly, flashing a glare at Iamel as he came back. "And here he is for you to talk to. Now I need my alcohol so if you want to continue this, kindly wait until Im good and smashed. I'll be Much more agreeable then." turning, he again tried to make a getaway, hoping for a better result this time.

"Hey!" He winced as he was dragged off by his hair "Let go! I'll bloody well follow you if you let go." He wasn't all that intimidated by the bird... Just a little weirded out. At this point he wasn't letting himself believe in the exploding parts.

"Excuse me? There is a little bit of a difference between telling me that your wings are attached to you and that you're a full fledged ******** bird. Forgive my simple mind for not picking up on that. And its not like I meant to tell! Believe me I could live without that. But I only told your father.. guardian.. whatever the hell he is. HE's the one who had to yell it out for everyone to hear! I'd be happy forgetting it ever happened which is exactly what I plan to do about it from here on in!"

He stumbled at the shove, glaring at him. "Im not blaming you for being a ******** bird. im mad because you didn't make that clear. You can get in trouble for ******** animals. Get jailed for sexual depravity.. its a hell of a lot harder to get in trouble for being japanese or a b***h."

He could just imagine his parents reaction if they found out. Their eldest, star child, got into NASDA, their youngest, the black sheep, slept with animals. He had to close his eyes tight to keep from getting upset at that thought. No wonder they didn't seem to care that he was out here in the city miles away from them, underaged. He was already written off a failure. "Look..." his voice was softer this time, a lot less cocky. "..Im willing to go in there and tell them whatever you want. That Im a raving drunk, a publicity hunter.. whatever.. if we can just forget this ever happened. I don't want everyone knowing either. I'd love for this to just disappear."

The others words, abet yelled in his face, did wonders to help calm the japanese boy. To know that yes the bird Did look human.. no one outside of this party would think otherwise. Though this whole situation had brought to mind some issues that were best dealt with soon, nothing really bad was going to happen.

Unless Patrick was still really pissed off at him. And prone to fits of rage. Alright so Matsuo amended his thought... Something bad could happen still, seeing as he really knew nothing about this Patrick fellow.

He didn't respond to the bird. He didn't see how anything he could say would help at this point, pausing there as indecision set in. He could make a clean get away.. but that seemed almost like giving in to defeat and Matsuo was Never defeated. Taking a deep breath, he turned, slipping back into the main party room, hoping that he would have time to grab that drink before Patrick noticed that he was back.

((this is going back in time a few posts... *sweat*))

Hyusis made a face as the teen ruffled her hair, and she looked up when he stopped, his face turned away. The woodpecker slipped away.

Kittens? Birds? People? The question Luis voiced was left hanging, unanswered. Luis looked at Hylusis helplessly, his mind moving like thick honey. It took its time over the brooks and ridges, as if he didn't want to hear the answer, anyway.

Hylusis. He looked at her, who was staring forlornly at the hatter scampering away. The corpse.

"Hey!" said Luis, placing his hand on the child's head. She jerked her head up, looking for the source of the hand.

" What?" Hylusis looked up at Luis. He wasn't getting it.

" Um..." He wasn't sure where to go from here. A flash of purple caught his eye. A well-fit pinstripe suit and a tribal mask flirted in an out of view as guests paraded across the hall, chattering and howling like wild animals. " Let's have a talk with Shanuh."

Hylusis seemed to brighten up at the thought. At least Shanuh would know where the french fries were. It was his party, after all.

Luis jumped mid-stride when he heard the plate splinter on the ground. This party was getting more violent by the second. He could feel the cheerful holiday atmosphere turn strange and malevolent. Birds fighting, couples fighting.

The air was opressive and warm with breath.

Oh goodness, not HIM.

The man with the duck, or...Amber tilted her head at the girl, noting the similarity with the wings, but not quite registering just what had happened to her little duck friend...the man and his apparent lack of duck, who had already spoken to her (or at least she'd talked to the duck), and knew her face.

The face of the platter throwing girl.

Red hues quickly crept onto her cheeks, her gaze falling as she shifted uncomfortably, wishing to simply dissapear. She attempted to inch, just a bit, behind the strange man the Heron had brought her to, but to no avail. The bird had noticed her again, and was not about to allow her to hide.

And for good reason!

Shhhh, it's ok.....I'm sure they'll understand the circumstance, if you only take the time to explain it.

The girl continued to fidget. The Heron moved closer, placing his formidable being between her and the approaching pair.

Shhhhhhhhhhhhh...Calm down, you have no reason yet to be embarrassed. I will adress them before you have to.

And to this, the crane spread his wings, flapping them a few times before settling down and comming forwards to meet the duck girl, leaving but a few feet between them. As for her caretaker, the sanguine orbs turned towards his direction and his beak snapped once, albeit softly, so as only to hinder his step for a few seconds more. Within that time, he turned his attentions towards the oldsquaw, and, as many young fledglings, began his questions about what lay beyond the great beyond of their existance.

Hello, Oldsquaw. I do not know your name now, but I must know, what is it like without feathers? Did your transformation hurt? I'm not sure if I like the idea of losing my plumage - but still, I'm curious to what it's like..


Amber watched the display, but averted her gaze. The strange being that stood so very near unsettled her in a way, more so than Luis and the girl, for he seemed very aware of the entire situation - the entirety of this place - thus belittling her own intelligence in comparrison, although, she was sure, it was quite unintentional...for now.

"E-excuse me..sir.." The words came, and it was fortunate she was so close by him, or he would have never heard her - truly a befrazzled little mouse, whom looked more than a little lucky to have found the Heron, or anyone at all, to stay near.

All this talk about bird sex made Adam want to burst out laughing for some strange reason. He politely refrained from doing so, but eavesdropping had become quite a honed skill of his. THAT was thanks, in part, to his sister Adelle - but also thanks to his father, which he would never admit to as long as he still drew breath. Did he mention he hated the man? At any rate, this party looked like a good one. He was glad he'd shown up, and he might even stick around. If just for the laughs. He had another sip of whatever drink was being served, and moved over to the one that now had a quite... intimidating looking bird hovering over her like a... well... like a mother hen. He bought another glass of what he was drinking, and offered it to her.

"Nice party, eh? Though I could die laughing over some of the conversation."

Not a smart ice-breaker, but no one had ever accused Adam of being good at socializing. As a matter of fact, that had to be his WORST skill. He smiled a bit, and went on to introduce himself without being asked to.

"My name is Adam. I'm studying to be a vet. Well... on Gaia leastways. I'm not from here, per se. I guess you would call me an alien of sorts?"

However, once he started talking, the hurdle was over with. And it was very hard to get him to shut up. He was quite the bully with his words, when he wanted to be. But right now, he was just trying to make a new friend... and probably going about it the completely wrong way.

"I have a sister named Adelle. She's not coming at the moment, but she would love it here, I think. What with all the talk of sex."

... Especially that. Taboo subjects weren't so to Adam, and he had no problem talking about sex, drugs, or other nasties. Another of his social shortcomings.

THAT was Patricks kid? Cully almost choked on his drink when he saw the boy grab at the shrter, thinner black man who looked the same age as him, especially when he saw PAtrick throw a complete bitchfit over the kid having sex.

.....How was a tall, redheaded, white-as-s**t guy Patricks son?!

The Irishman shook his head, tossing back the rest of his drink. He would not think about that giant golden eagle he had just seen harassing a girl and was still there - somewhere - picking at them with his cold eyes. No thinking of raptors...or the fact that Patricks son had wings just like a birds.

So did most of the people in here, in fact.

Who was there to talk to, though? The heron (great blue? Great blue.) was with a girl, who was being picked up by an odd looking fellow... Slutty candy cane came from Iamels little 'talk' looking shaken. Patrick was seething in a place near the main group...

There was baldie, and a nice looking .....person? in leather. Lots of ******** me, the wings are fake.." He mutters, grabbing another drink. It was just another mental note to never do Patrick a favor, ever again.