welcome to the congregation
12-12-2015, 10:57 PM
B made his crow noises – something Cesar wished he could do. It was a guttural and grating sound, the kinds Cesar made often, and therefore liked. As B stated that he too liked the crinkly, the imp bounced on his toes, tittering with delight. His grin stretched like some macabre puppet’s – unfortunately a horrifying way of displaying his utter joy in the situation. It felt so, so very nice to share something with someone – even a feeling. The bird then claimed that it was his turn, and went off to find something. Cesar stood and waited with unusual patience, watching as B flew off and briefly wishing that he could fly. How fun that would be. He had never thought about it until now. What a shame it was, that he didn’t have wings…
He continued to grin at being called “friend,” his tail wagging steadily as he saw B return with something in his beak. It was indeed shiny, and when he set it down in front of Cesar, he regarded it with wide eyes and an open mouth. ”Oh. It is very shiny. Can Cesar touch it?” he asked, running his tongue over his teeth. He was under the impression that this was something important of B’s, since he had not seen him pick it from the trash, but rather leave to find it elsewhere.
*Cesar's antics can quickly turn from innocent to hostile.