Maurice dug around int hte little first aid kit next to him and pulled out a rather pink box. "They're Meranda's, actually."
Taking the wrapper in his teeth, he tore open a Miss Piggy band aid and after eyeballing the worst of the burns, stuck it carefully down. This one was followed by what pretty much amounted to the rest of the box.
"You want me to order a pizza? I know how goin' Birdzilla gives you the munchies."
That stupid head bob! She did it again! Maurice snorts so hard the roof of his mouth hurts.
"Shi-hit! Warn me before you do that! God!" He scrubs at an eye. Sure it looked normal on a bird monster, but Maurice still saw the blackbird beast as shrimpy little Heather. And imagined her doing that. He closed the first aid kit and stumped his way to the phone.
"Meat Lovers, like usual? And don't stick your head out of the hall when the guy shows up this time. I haven't seen that one pizza dude since. And they have what...five down there?"
"Ah!" Maurice let out an exaggerated squeak when she swatted him. He grabbed up the phone and made the call--two large pizzas and some bread sticks. He then disappeared into his room to grab his wallet.
"Well keep your head in the nest this time, baby bird."
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Taking the wrapper in his teeth, he tore open a Miss Piggy band aid and after eyeballing the worst of the burns, stuck it carefully down. This one was followed by what pretty much amounted to the rest of the box.
"You want me to order a pizza? I know how goin' Birdzilla gives you the munchies."
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But for the moment, the offer of pizza was enough of a distraction.
She nodded-- or what passed for nodding in this form, which was more of a repeated head-bob.
"Hell yeah, pizza!"
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"Shi-hit! Warn me before you do that! God!" He scrubs at an eye. Sure it looked normal on a bird monster, but Maurice still saw the blackbird beast as shrimpy little Heather. And imagined her doing that. He closed the first aid kit and stumped his way to the phone.
"Meat Lovers, like usual? And don't stick your head out of the hall when the guy shows up this time. I haven't seen that one pizza dude since. And they have what...five down there?"
Scold scold scold!
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SHE DID NOT APPRECIATE HER WEIRD NEW BODY LANGUAGE BEING MADE FUN OF, OKAY?!
"I wouldn'tve stuck my head out if you hadn't taken so long counting out the perfect tip. I was hungry."
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"Well keep your head in the nest this time, baby bird."
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This was hollered after him down the hall. But to her credit, she stayed put.
>8I FINE. SHE'LL JUST SIT HERE ON THE COUCH AND THUMP HER TAIL IRRITABLY.
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"I'm sorry. I know you're talking, but all I hear is peep peep peep."
Maurice, you're asking to be put in a headlock.
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As a matter of fact, the second he stepped back into the room, he was gonna find a great big black hand closing around his whole head.
Not hard.
Just.
Firmly.
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Maurice dropped the wallet.
"Hhrdd yh hhh nnggss."
Translation: Heather, your hand stinks.
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"Deal with it."