[ percy is gonna to be... wherever whoever brought him back from medbay dropped him bc he has one leg, so on the couch or piled into emetgum's bedroom with his notebook and pencil, though it's just kind of loose in his hands. ]
[ i'm just sliding in here to say he is going to tug slimy bird and immediately place a hand against one very goopy wing to stroke softly, even through the slick oil run-off, like it were feathers. he doesn't care if vax is goopy tbh. ]
Don't ruin it.
[ he'll help him into the middle wherever that is i hate thinking about people tetris. ]
but this worked on him earlier, so percy is correct in that it works here, too. the gross oozy runoff does seem to at least stop dripping everywhere upon the touch, and enough pets get the vague feather shapes to return. ]
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He's right, you know.
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anyway no he's just here. melting. brooding. the oil drips a little down his cheeks from the feathers by his face. ]
... [ terrible. he doesn't say anything but there's probably a petulant "can too" in there somewhere. ]
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[a little quieter.
stop brooding over there alone you stupid melting bird.]
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[ softly, like he's actually serious about it. which he is. ]
Go on... you're going to feel worse over there...
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'm fine.
[ stubborn dumb bird ] You two?
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I will manage.
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[ his voice is soft. come here. ]
Would be better if you sat closer.
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[ ... but he will get up, and shuffle over, still very much oozing. his wings drag on the ground. ]
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Don't ruin it.
[ he'll help him into the middle wherever that is i hate thinking about people tetris. ]
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but this worked on him earlier, so percy is correct in that it works here, too. the gross oozy runoff does seem to at least stop dripping everywhere upon the touch, and enough pets get the vague feather shapes to return. ]
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he can take his hand, gently sliding it in to his. huff. ]
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You can't say that doesn't feel a little better.
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's not like I can control it! It just does that. [ when he's sad ]
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[ pauses a minute and just...
kind of hugs him from behind.
because maybe he can just do this all at once. ]
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he's content with this much for now, though.]
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strokes thumb over the side of his hand. ]
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...Need anything, big guy?
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[it's just. odd, not to have vax close as usual.]
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Mmn. [ ok. if you say so.
he turns his face a little up to look at him properly. ]
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