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summer_jackelThe scene: Morning. Jackel is curled up bed, not particuarly interested in motion, and having consumed far too great a quantity of inebriants at Lucy and Kestrel's birthday party the night before. Augh, day star, go 'way. She is watching the birds, who are both loose on their stand.
Gavin: gives Lady The Look. You know The Look. The big, soft eyes. Like Bambi, only perhaps a bit more so. The ooooh, your crest, it is so cute. I want to groom it. May I touch your crest? Please? Just a little?
Lady: Ignores Gavin and fluffs.
Gavin: The Look. Slowly, raises foot. Scratches chin with claw, making eye contact with Lady all the while.
Lady: Ignores Gavin and fluffs.
Gavin: Rubs his head cutely on the driftwood. Makes Big Soft Liquid Bambi eyes. Trust me, conures do this well.
Lady: Ignores Gavin. Turns the other way.
At this point, Gavin sidles up to the oh-so-soft little gray cockatiel with that oh so pettable crest. Lady looks ready to hiss. Gavin positions himself *below* her, all humble and submissive, rubs his head on the driftwood, fluffs his nape and offers. See...I'll let you do my feathers too!
Lady: Ignores Gavin and fluffs.
Gavin: sidles a little closer.
Lady: squawks and flaps off, crashing gently into the wall before landing in an ungraceful pile on the floor. Stares into space for a few seconds before grooming a wing. So maybe my cockatiel isn't the smartest and most graceful bird on earth. Have a problem with that? She's cute, OK?
Gavin: stares down hopefully.
Jackel: picks up Lady.
Lady: squeaks happily and offers crest for immediate skritching.
Gavin: Gives Lady The Look. Gives Jackel The Look.
Jackel: relents and skritches conure as well. "Sorry, dude. Not much I can do here. Yep. Females can be challenging and mysterious creatures. 's true. You're gonna have to figure out this one aaaaall on your own."
...ah yes. It is painfully, hilarious true that my *pet birds* apparently have poly drama. (Polly drama?) The fact that it echoes a bit of my own just a little too closely might disturb me a bit, but I am actually quite happy right now, and besides I am laughing too hard.
Gavin: gives Lady The Look. You know The Look. The big, soft eyes. Like Bambi, only perhaps a bit more so. The ooooh, your crest, it is so cute. I want to groom it. May I touch your crest? Please? Just a little?
Lady: Ignores Gavin and fluffs.
Gavin: The Look. Slowly, raises foot. Scratches chin with claw, making eye contact with Lady all the while.
Lady: Ignores Gavin and fluffs.
Gavin: Rubs his head cutely on the driftwood. Makes Big Soft Liquid Bambi eyes. Trust me, conures do this well.
Lady: Ignores Gavin. Turns the other way.
At this point, Gavin sidles up to the oh-so-soft little gray cockatiel with that oh so pettable crest. Lady looks ready to hiss. Gavin positions himself *below* her, all humble and submissive, rubs his head on the driftwood, fluffs his nape and offers. See...I'll let you do my feathers too!
Lady: Ignores Gavin and fluffs.
Gavin: sidles a little closer.
Lady: squawks and flaps off, crashing gently into the wall before landing in an ungraceful pile on the floor. Stares into space for a few seconds before grooming a wing. So maybe my cockatiel isn't the smartest and most graceful bird on earth. Have a problem with that? She's cute, OK?
Gavin: stares down hopefully.
Jackel: picks up Lady.
Lady: squeaks happily and offers crest for immediate skritching.
Gavin: Gives Lady The Look. Gives Jackel The Look.
Jackel: relents and skritches conure as well. "Sorry, dude. Not much I can do here. Yep. Females can be challenging and mysterious creatures. 's true. You're gonna have to figure out this one aaaaall on your own."
...ah yes. It is painfully, hilarious true that my *pet birds* apparently have poly drama. (Polly drama?) The fact that it echoes a bit of my own just a little too closely might disturb me a bit, but I am actually quite happy right now, and besides I am laughing too hard.
