Wake
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Leo scowls, turning to the paper, “I may be a dumbass, but I’m no retard.” He scoffs, beginning to scribble something, “And he’s just an ass, no way in hell in drawing him…” Despite not particularly enjoying being called an ass, Snidely snickers at Fern being told off, finding that just a little amusing. He quickly skims the drink list then puts the menu back in the corner of the table, then crosses his wings, a smug smile still on his lips.
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Okarin picks himself up off of his desk, it had been a long day and due to having multiple all-nighters in a row, he fell asleep at some point in the afternoon, now it was midnight, he was awoken by a text from a nurse saying that due to a family matter he would have to cover for her night shift. With a groan, he stands up, running his hand through his hair and after chugging down the remain ants of a cup of coffee that had long since gone cold, he picked up the meds he needed to deliver from the next door pharmacy and began to walk down the halls, eventually reaching Cobalts room. Giving a little knock, he walks in, “Hey, buddy, how’ve you been?” He asks, crouching down to look him in the eye.
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“Ah… I’m broke too…” He scratches his arm, looking down to the asfault. “…guess we should go home, right?”
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Snidely nods, “but at least he seems less threatening…” He mutters back to  Fern. Leo almost aggressively puts a few finishing touches on the drawing and pushes it over to Fern, “Didn’t known what else to draw, heh…” In the paper was a somewhat cartoony drawing of her with stylized beauty, really impressive for the amount of time it took him to draw.
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“Yeah! Im great!” Leo looks up to Fern with a grin, then turns back down to the paper, his wing moving up and down the sheet, quickly coloring in large sections of the paper with different colors of crayon, “Though, crayons are shit, so that kinda sucks…” Snidely leans back, raising an eyebrow. He glances to Fern with a mildly concerned, but more than that confused expression.
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“Um… if you want to its fine.” Nagisa stands up after bandaging his fingers.
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Leo grins widely, “Yes! Lets go!” He leaps over the fence and takes a seat at a table, “You’re supposed to seat yourself here.” He takes out a childrens menu from the center of the table and starts doodling on it with crayon, his leg twitching under the table as he does. Snidely jumps the fence as well and takes a seat across from Leo.
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Nagisa shakes his head, “Its fine…” He pulled a small tin of band-aids from his backpack, “…It doesn’t hurt…” He mumbles, still not letting himself look into Koharu’s eyes.
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Leo doesn’t listen to her, so Snidely jogs up a few seconds and grabs him by the wing. “You heard what she said, right, spas?” Leo nods, walking with them but only because Snidely held him back. They walk a few blocks until they reach a cafe with an outdoor sitting area, where Leo suddenly stops, “Hey! Can we eat here? This place is good!” Snidely sighs and releases him, putting his wings in his pockets and turning towards Fern, “You wanna go?”
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Nagisa nods “sorry… I got it dirty…” He murmurs, trying to stop the bleeding with the handkerchief after finishing cleaning the guitar. His head was tilted down and slightly away from Koharu, as if not wanting to meet his gaze.
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Snidely expels his leftover stress with a sigh and rolls back his shoulders, finally feeling able to relax, “I donno… I couldn’t read a thing off that guy…” Leo comes bounding up to them, he seemed to have been waiting, “Yo, hey! You’re still alive? That’s great! What happened? Never mind, we should go, these guys said I have to stick with you. That’s fine, right? You wanna have lunch? Lets go!” He seemed even more twitchy than before and continued to talk in his usual headache-inducing fast pace.
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Nagisa glances up at Koharu with a slightly awestruck expression, he didn’t really expect something like that from him, but quickly shakes it off and gets back into the flow of the music, working off of Koharu to build his part of the song. For a few hours they went on like that until eventually a man on the street stopped and said, “hey kid, you’re bleeding…” Nagisa stops sharply, the strings had cut through three of the fingers of his left hand. “A-ah… Sorry…” He mumbles to Koharu, pulling out a hankerchief and trying to clean the blood off the neck of the guitar.
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Snidely doesn’t break eye-contact with the chicken, but at the sound of Ferns words, he gives a faint smile, trying to give her subtle reassurance. The large chicken interlocks his feathers, glancing at snidely over his wings, “What does Phoenix want from us?” He asks, getting right to the point. Snidely felt nervous, but there was no way in hell he would show it. After half a second of hesitation he responds, “To keep it brief, Feather is starting a war, they’re allied with Hawke. I want to propose an alliance with Morphine for the duration of the war.” He explains, voice both showing respect for the other chickens power, yet still carrying a certain authority of his own. He maintained such a cool composure it was almost impossible to read his true nervousness on his face. “You’re aware Morphine has never allied with anyone before, correct?” He asked, however it sounded more like a command. Snidely nods, the chicken continues, “Morphine is shadow, we don’t interact with others, what makes you think that we’re going to help you?” Snidely leans foreward in his chair, “I’m willing to offer you half of the unclaimed territory if we win, and with Morphine, there’s no way Phoenix can loose.” The other chicken leans back, adjusting the angle of a pigeon skull on his desk, pausing co contemplate. “…you got guts, more than Hawke or Feather, I’ve always liked that about Phoenix… And land talks…” He glances back to Snidely, “leave for now, I need time. I’ll find you when I’ve decided.” Snidely nods and walks out of the room.
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Nagisa nods, crossing his legs and propping his guitar up on his thigh, “It’s really fun…” He looks down his fingerboard, taking a moment to decide what octave to play. He strums a chord then moves his hand up the neck more, finding the progression he wanted, “Ok! Lets go!” He began to play some intro chords.
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The chicken glances back at them, then slowly turns around in his chair, he seemed to be around his early-mid 20’s, older than everyone else in the room. He leans forward, putting his wings under his beak, scanning Snidely then making eye contact with him, “Phoenix, huh?” he leans back a little bit, “Please, take a seat.” He had a southern-European accent which was hard to place, especially due to the fact it was deluded by a New Cock accent. The large chicken pulled out a cigar as Snidely takes a seat.