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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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Shit. That sucks. [ faith smirks, opting to tease instead of attempt understanding. how will she ever fathom what michonne's home sitch is like? ] Don't think I can live in a world without bacon, you know? Maybe just me, but damn.

[thesamurai]

You better hope your world never ends. There’s so much shit I thought I could ‘never live without.’ [But, she does get that Faith’s joking, so her words aren’t too serious.]

Too bad you didn’t get a hen. Could have started a farm from your room.

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Ugh, I'd rather my world go full zombie. I can barely take care of my own ass, let alone other living things, shit.

[ faith laughs, then pinches the bridge of her nose. ]

For real though I'm about to just throw this thing into Angel Investigations and run.

[thesamurai]

[Michonne can’t help but smirk.]

I mean, cooking it’s still an option. But barring that, either you’re stuck with it and you got yourself a new pet, or you hope the closet takes returns.