Julian dives into August's bag, pulling out his measuring tape and dropping it in his human's lap while they wait for Rean to finish. Once he's done, though...
Well. The look on August's face might be vaguely familiar to Rean, if he thinks back a couple of years to a certain concert.]
Okay, arms out and stand still. You move, Julian might poke. With his beak, Julian, drop the knife.
[He's not even looking at the bird, he just knew Julian was going for his knife in the bag.]
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Julian dives into August's bag, pulling out his measuring tape and dropping it in his human's lap while they wait for Rean to finish. Once he's done, though...
Well. The look on August's face might be vaguely familiar to Rean, if he thinks back a couple of years to a certain concert.]
Okay, arms out and stand still. You move, Julian might poke. With his beak, Julian, drop the knife.
[He's not even looking at the bird, he just knew Julian was going for his knife in the bag.]
God, why did I arm the bird...?