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 Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 3:23 pm
"Yeah," Diacyn spat angrily. The silliness he had felt when running around with Iamel was seeping away to be replaced with a deep-seated resentment for both humans and all their stupid rules. "We were going to find crabs and crack them open and eat out their insides. Until you spoiled it."
And that was all they would get out of him. He was sulking now, and angry with the world.
"Eh..." Taylor tried to explain, pushing a strand of hair off her face as she slowly let Iamel get off of the snow. The owl shoved himself upright and sat cross-legged, fuming and burning holes in the snow with his glare.
"Diacyn likes to eat... wierd stuff. And he's always hungry. Even though he just ate that damn rabbit.... I don't know where he got this crab idea, but..." A glare at the bald owl-boy. "He's just a sadistic little wierdo and probably wanted to hammer things. Red Lobster, by the way," she said to Iamel, "is a restaurant. Never been there myself because they don't serve tofu, but I would assume they've got crabs. You can't go."
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 3:41 pm
"Damn straight we spoiled it, you sparrow! You could've gotten yourselves KILLED. I do NOT need to loose a child at nineteen so, damnit, learn to behave." His tone was just as acidic as Diacyns own, giving both children a quiet glare.
"It's okay, Taylor. Kids are...psycho, I guess." Eyes roll a little bit, giving Iamel a quiet shove. The woodpecker just scowled, tugging his knees to his chest and pouting, nose pressed against his own kneecaps.
"I think this is enough terror for one day, children."
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 9:05 am
"Yeah, more then enough terror."
The unwilling Diacyn had Taylor's hat forced back onto his head in an effor to make him look less... wierd. The wings would have to wait until she could retrieve his other shirt from where he'd dropped it.
"Psycho my a**. These things need professional help."
...or not. After a few hours with Diacyn, the psychiatrist would be the one climbing onto the couch.
The owl was still in sulk-mode, but he could lighten up just enough to shoot a quick grin in Iamel's direction. A mischevious, we'll-make-them-pay-and-then-squish-all-the-freakin'-crabs-we-want kind of grin. Then it was back to glaring at the snow.
"I saw that," Taylor growled. "Listen, one of these days we can go to Red Lobster or something. Okay? Just no more suicide by car."
She dragged Diacyn (who was doing a nice job of being a dead weight) up to his feet and tried to brush some snow off his arm. "Let's get back inside so you can dry off."
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