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were the closets playing pranks on anyone else yesterday?

[ faith's morning had started with a rather ... rural wake up call. she'd really hoped the little bastard would just disappear overnight. instead, he woke her up at the crack of dawn to a room full of feathers and pecked drywall.

eventually she'll have to just ... accept her new fowl-ler. into the diner for breakfast, where he's actually quite patient (and fond of toast). on to the gym for her morning workout, where apparently he needs a nap after all that strenuous crowing.

his cocky attitude returns in the library, where faith had planned hanging out for about an hour, learning about the supernatural elements of other worlds. she would've been better served looking up ways to keep him quiet, once it's clear he's going to continue hollering. amid glares and shushing, she scoops him up and tries apologizing over the noise before giving one particular patron the bird.

she practically books it out, rooster tucked under her arm. and as she makes her way, she doesn't notice the mess he leaves behind along the hallways. a trail of feathers and excrement leading to angel investigations, where the closet still refuses to cooperate and give her a cage. at least the cock is having fun with the pile of bic ballpoints beside her. ]

do leashes work on chickens?

[ by the end of the night, she's given up. the stupid thing even follows her to the bar where at least the corn nuts seem to satisfy him. she can nap at one of the tables, right...? ]

( ooc | feel free to catch her anywhere / make up somewhere else to find faith wrangling a mother clucking rooster as she goes about her day :3 )

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[ dissatisfied with that idea, faith scowls as she heads to the kettle bells. ]

He goes evil, at least I won't feel bad taking him out.

[ but she still sounds rather put-off. ]

[araneidal]

Wouldn't that be a riot.

[ She eyes Faith. ]

Up for a few rounds with a sparring partner?

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[ her hesitation is obvious as faith turns, slowly, to size natasha up. ]

Yeah, all right.

[ though she doesn't sound quite so sure just yet. ]

You human?

[araneidal]

[ The lines around Natasha's eyes crinkle, with genuine, honest laughter. ]

I'll tell you if I can't handle it, promise.

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Safe word?

[ a grin splits across faith's own face, unable to ignore the unspoken challenge. ]

oops sorry lost this

[araneidal]

You might think I'm boring, but I'll go with plain old stop.

[ She gestures for Faith to strike first. ]