Tokoyami slouched a little further on the bench. He reaches up to rub his beak again, and again accidentally smacked himself on the too soft nose he now had. He was never jealous of his classmates for their human faces. Now he was even less so. So many things could just smack them in the face and hurt.
"Spritzz...?"
The pink... bird was trying to peek under his hood again. He had hopped up onto Tokoyami's lap, feathers fluffing up to make himself look even bigger and more noticeable.
And pink. So. Pink.
"... It's as if someone created my worst nightmare and formed it into a physical form. A mirror world of my own face."
Tokoyami plants his hands on either side of the Spritzee's ... body? It's entire body was a head. It was a cotton puff of salmon despair.
"....Did you steal my face?"
The Spritzee trills at him, little wings flipping forward to flutter against Tokoyami's face. The boy sneezed in response, releasing the pink bird(?) to flutter away. Nothing could be resolved by sitting around lamenting the loss of any gothic reputation due to a pink companion.
He brushes his hood back, hair fluffing up much like his feathers had.
"I need--"
"Spritz!" The cottonball landed on Tokoyami's head to begin grooming the boy's hair.
"..We need to start looking..."
[Network]
[ The video clicks onto a hooded figure, shadows cast across his face. His fingers are laced together, resting on the table. ]
I am unsure how I came to be in this carnival of madness. Strange creatures haunt the streets and follow people like demo--
[ A Sprtizee rolls slowly across the table, little wings flapping and fluttering to help it along. ]
...You. .... You aren't.. ... stop that.
[ Tokoyami leans forward, clasping both hands around the Spritzee. ]
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Tokoyami slouched a little further on the bench. He reaches up to rub his beak again, and again accidentally smacked himself on the too soft nose he now had. He was never jealous of his classmates for their human faces. Now he was even less so. So many things could just smack them in the face and hurt.
"Spritzz...?"
The pink... bird was trying to peek under his hood again. He had hopped up onto Tokoyami's lap, feathers fluffing up to make himself look even bigger and more noticeable.
And pink. So. Pink.
"... It's as if someone created my worst nightmare and formed it into a physical form. A mirror world of my own face."
Tokoyami plants his hands on either side of the Spritzee's ... body? It's entire body was a head. It was a cotton puff of salmon despair.
"....Did you steal my face?"
The Spritzee trills at him, little wings flipping forward to flutter against Tokoyami's face. The boy sneezed in response, releasing the pink bird(?) to flutter away. Nothing could be resolved by sitting around lamenting the loss of any gothic reputation due to a pink companion.
He brushes his hood back, hair fluffing up much like his feathers had.
"I need--"
"Spritz!" The cottonball landed on Tokoyami's head to begin grooming the boy's hair.
"..We need to start looking..."
[Network]
[ The video clicks onto a hooded figure, shadows cast across his face. His fingers are laced together, resting on the table. ]
I am unsure how I came to be in this carnival of madness. Strange creatures haunt the streets and follow people like demo--
[ A Sprtizee rolls slowly across the table, little wings flapping and fluttering to help it along. ]
...You. .... You aren't.. ... stop that.
[ Tokoyami leans forward, clasping both hands around the Spritzee. ]
You're ruining the scene!