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[eatsyourscience]

[Souji is for once not in the diner. He needed a day off, and the weary look on his face says as much. With both Ned and Tohru gone now, they're quite short staffed.

His tired expression isn't the only thing out of place in this video, though. He's sitting at his desk, one elbow on its surface and his cheek resting on his palm, his room visible behind him.

Also visible are hundred of parakeets. They are everywhere, all chirping and trilling and fluttering around. There a couple are preening on Souji's shoulders and another is picking through his hair from its perch on top of his head.

Though Souji likes animals, if anything, this just makes him even more tired.]

The closets are still acting up.

[He sighs through his nose as though to add "But you probably already knew that."]

The events are combining again, the last one wasn't announced, some parts of the events are lingering after they finish... Something's going to happen soon.

[He's absolutely sure of that, but his solemnity is ruined by a green, fluffed up parakeet strutting into the feed and taking up the entire frame, turning its head this way and that until Souji uses the back of his free hand to gently scoot the bird aside.

In other news:]

If anyone wants a bird... [He gestures, not caring to finish.] I opened the window, but they don't seem interested in leaving.

Comments

[intelligently]

( What )

You have a dragon?

[eatsyourscience]

[Souji nods.]

I've had her awhile. She was a gift.

[intelligently]

Who gifts dragons?

[eatsyourscience]

A troll who was raised by one.

[intelligently]

They just happened to have a dragon here?

[eatsyourscience]

She got it from the vendors. It isn't very big--about the size of a schnauzer.

[intelligently]

I guess it might always be small. My dogs haven't gotten bigger.

[eatsyourscience]

She's only gotten fatter.

[intelligently]

What do dragons eat?

[eatsyourscience]

They're supposed to eat raw or rare meat, but Tefra at least tries to eat most anything.

[She might actually be a goat in disguise.]

[intelligently]

At least it's easy enough to keep fed so it doesn't go after anything else. ( Or anyone else )

[eatsyourscience]

Yeah. She's never really tried to go after any other pets or anything. When the birds first showed up, she was pretty interested, but I got her shut up pretty fast, so I don't know if she'd actually try to go after them.

[intelligently]

You still need to solve the bird problem. Do you think they'll disappear?

[eatsyourscience]

I'm not sure. Eventually, they probably will. [Though now he's wondering if just ignoring them would do the trick.]

[intelligently]

The dogs did when they exploded from the closets. Any that were unclaimed just seemed to disappear.

[eatsyourscience]

[Now that he thinks of it...] The pigs did the same. But they might have to...disperse somehow first.

[When he says "disperse," he raises both arms off of the desk's surface. Each arm has no less than five parakeets climbing on it.]

[intelligently]

Do you want some help with them?

[eatsyourscience]

I'd appreciate it. It doesn't seem like I'm having any luck on my own.

[intelligently]

I'll come down. Up. We'll figure something out for them.

[eatsyourscience]

Thanks. They aren't all that bad, but there are so many of them.

[intelligently]

Have you fed them? It might stop them being irritated.

[eatsyourscience]

[Souji starts to respond, but has to stop in order to gently remove one of the birds from his shoulder when it nips at his ear a couple of times. Holding it in both hands, he looks at it wryly. It peeps at him pretty indignantly.]

Now that you mention it, that might help.

[intelligently]

I'll bring some bird food with me. Give me a minute.

( And the video disappears. Not too many minutes later there's a knocking on his door, with a Lydia and a bag of bird seed )

[eatsyourscience]

[Souji calls for her to come in rather than wading through a sea of parakeets to open the door himself. A few of the birds flutter out into the hallway when she comes in.

Souji's over by the open window trying to convince the parakeets on the sill to get out. It's notable that he's doing so by making whistling chirping noises at them. He is absolutely unembarrassed by this when Lydia comes in and possibly hears him doing so.]

[intelligently]

( Though the suddenness of the parakeets flying into the hall surprises Lydia as she opens the door she thankfully doesn't have to duck to let them pass, and even manages to keep a hold on the bag that she's holding )

You sound like a bird whisperer.

( Or maybe just one of those scarecrows that birds like sitting on instead of being scared of. Seeing the amount of birds on him is a pretty funny sight, if not worrying that they might hungrily peck him - and there's a lot of birds there to do that )

Do you have anything to put the seed in?