[Text] Backdated to the 15th

[notachickenhawk]

i ts tobis sry fr splng

cant tak tak

t a l k

n lbrry ned hlp

no hands

[Hopefully someone friendly will see this. It's been a long time since he's felt so helpless.]

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[notachickenhawk]

thks

[He turns to look over at Reno again. ... Even if he can't speak, the look of annoyance is universal.]

[midgarhorizon]

What else? Need a ride?

[notachickenhawk]

[He squawks twice, and flies up to perch carefully on Reno's shoulder.]

[midgarhorizon]

Up to the kitchen?

[Well, he didn't say.]

[notachickenhawk]

[Another two squawks, though he tilts his head so it's not right in Reno's ear.]

[midgarhorizon]

[Sigh. Somehow he's become a bird chauffeur. Which is only a step up from cat chauffeur, really. Mostly because Tobias hasn't spread dead animals all over Reno's bed.

Reno walks to the staircase, using a smooth gait so Tobias wouldn't have reason to dig his nails in, and starts tromping downstairs.]

So, I got to ask, what's your real form; the bird?

[notachickenhawk]

[That's not really a yes or no question, but he squawks twice, then once, then twice again. 'It's complicated.']

[midgarhorizon]

[Scrunching his face up, he hops off the staircase at Floor One and heads for the elevator.]

Yes and no, huh? I'll save it for later.

[notachickenhawk]

[If he could, he'd laugh. But Tobias settles for bobbing his head up in amusement.]

[midgarhorizon]

[Normally, he'd be wary of having a bird in an closed space like an elevator, but Tobias seems to be more on the normal than Giles was as a cat.]

So, can ya fly with your powers off?

[notachickenhawk]

[He doesn't like it, but he can deal with it. He squawks twice at the question.]

[midgarhorizon]

[Wincing, Reno held out his left arm to offer Tobias an alternate perch.]

That's good. Wouldn't want ya to get stuck walkin' like that.

[notachickenhawk]

[He flutters over to Reno's arm, perching carefully.]

[midgarhorizon]

Got to say I'm wondering how you're gonna shift for real. Is it a kind of magic or something like that? Sorry if ya said before but...

[notachickenhawk]

[He squawks once. Nope, not magic. Technically, at least.]

[midgarhorizon]

Right... Guess I'll have to put up a perch in the kitchen for the moment, y'know?

[notachickenhawk]

[He can perch wherever, but... he squawks an affirmative.]