[ oh. what a jealous bird? there probably could've been a place for both of them in Henry's heart, but now it looks like there is only a single vacancy. pity that! and despite the fact that mages aren't really Keaton's thing (blame a low Res for that), he's been finding Henry to be a very pleasant human. a good bean.
but this crow... ]
Hm?
[ it's back, but this time he's ready. with a swing of his arm, he smacks the robot bird as hard as he can in the direction of the store. it doesn't come without a consequence; Keaton doesn't bother to shapeshift his arm and he can feel it bruise his forearm. ]
[There really was! If only it would behave itself. Unfortunately, Henry didn't allow for that by letting it remain on "bloodthirsty", giving it a disadvantage when it came to getting along with others.
Keaton reacts before Henry can, and Henry yelps at the sheer force of his hit. Off goes the robotic pet... It slams right into the door of the store and falls to the snowy ground in a graceless pile of... metallic imitation feathers.]
Whoa! That was a close one!
[There are a couple things to be concerned about, true... but Henry's not caught up in those details.]
I don't think he likes you very much. Dunno how he determines friend or foe. Those are some sharp talons, though; he didn't draw any blood, right?
[It's hard to tell if he's peering over out of eagerness or concern, but he's looking at Keaton's forearm nonetheless.]
[ there's nothing that looks like an injury, save for a red mark where the bird made the most solid contact. he doesn't look too worried about it being more curious about what happened once he gave it a good counterstrike. ]
You know, it's fine. I'd rather have animals not like me more than anything else. [ and with a shrug, he clicks his tongue. ] Animals are predictable. They don't lie on purpose. Humans, though?
[ he doesn't really answer his own question. ]
So, uh... guess the bird won't be going anywhere anytime soon. But I'll give you some company if you want it.
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but this crow... ]
Hm?
[ it's back, but this time he's ready. with a swing of his arm, he smacks the robot bird as hard as he can in the direction of the store. it doesn't come without a consequence; Keaton doesn't bother to shapeshift his arm and he can feel it bruise his forearm. ]
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Keaton reacts before Henry can, and Henry yelps at the sheer force of his hit. Off goes the robotic pet... It slams right into the door of the store and falls to the snowy ground in a graceless pile of... metallic imitation feathers.]
Whoa! That was a close one!
[There are a couple things to be concerned about, true... but Henry's not caught up in those details.]
I don't think he likes you very much. Dunno how he determines friend or foe. Those are some sharp talons, though; he didn't draw any blood, right?
[It's hard to tell if he's peering over out of eagerness or concern, but he's looking at Keaton's forearm nonetheless.]
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[ there's nothing that looks like an injury, save for a red mark where the bird made the most solid contact. he doesn't look too worried about it being more curious about what happened once he gave it a good counterstrike. ]
You know, it's fine. I'd rather have animals not like me more than anything else. [ and with a shrug, he clicks his tongue. ] Animals are predictable. They don't lie on purpose. Humans, though?
[ he doesn't really answer his own question. ]
So, uh... guess the bird won't be going anywhere anytime soon. But I'll give you some company if you want it.