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{ eld }:
It takes a moment for Eld to look up from the elaborate, feathery mindgame hopping about before him–truth be told he’d almost entirely forgotten Gunter’s presence in the past few minutes.
And who can blame him? Khoshekh is frighteningly clever sometimes–a rival well-deserving of renown and respect.
Though perhaps playing a glorified version of keepaway with a chunk of fruit isn’t the best platform for bitter competitors.
Don’t get him wrong, they have a rapport, he’s sure, some secret, adversarial fondness lurks within them both deep down: after the trials and toils, they’ll be there for one another. Maybe Eld will jingle those plastic keys around for her. Maybe she’ll just. Kind of smack her face against his arm. Little gestures for a true friendsh–
–oh shit, he’d gone on such a cinematic little reverie that she’d plucked the damn banana right out of his hands. Rats.
Conceding, for now, Eld turns to Gunter with an air of entirely unearned dignity, nose upturned.
“Listen, all I want is to have my feelings conveyed properly, okay? I can’t exactly go and poop on her laptop while making steady eye contact, can I?”
khoshekh claims her prize. unsurprising. high as eld's dexterity may be, he's hardly a match for a winged menace. much less one who's already begun to learn and memorize his mannerisms. gotta be careful around birds. whoever coined the term "bird brain" was sorely mistaken.
gunter watches the parrot climb up the side of her cage and strut to the back of it. she lifts the banana piece with some delicacy and begins to nibble at it, head tilted juuuuust enough to look directly at eld. gunter returns his attention to the blond, one narrow brow lifting. he speaks, expression perfectly deadpan.
❛ yeah. ❜
