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[crowsicle]

[There isn't even an answering machine message here, only some horrible recreation of the theme from that one SBaHJ video he did made completely of clips of different bird calls.]

Comments

[thepuppetmaster]

Shit, Dave. I know what they say about early birds but since when were you ever out of the nest before me?

[thepuppetmaster]

Ok that was weird.
I got a shitload of feedback from that last message.

[thepuppetmaster]

What the fuck are you doing?

[thepuppetmaster]

Dave, are you even there.

[thepuppetmaster]

...
You're not, are you.
I'm talking to my fucking self because some feathery asshole got himself dragged down into the tunnels.

[primrosepath]

I've hidden a bag of sunflower seeds somewhere in the house. Find them and they're yours. Fail and they're mouse treats.

[primrosepath]

So come home as soon as see this lest Diamanda have to start chasing fattened rodents instead of her favorite feathery foe.

[unironicsmuppeteer]

dude where are you

[unironicsmuppeteer]

dirk said youre gone
i guess thats true since i havent been able to find you anywhere

[thepuppetmaster]

I swear to fuck if I find another one of your feathers in my bed I am going to pluck you like a Thanksgiving turkey.
How do you even get them under the sheets.
I roll over and it's like someone stabbed a needle up through the mattress, and lo and behold it's the semi-transparent calamus of one of your tangerine semiplumes.

[crowsicle]

i know semiplume really rolls off the tongue but you need to bone up on your ornithology dude
i have other kinds of feathers
for example
pennaceous rhymes with hellacious and maybe if you share the love out among my fluffy quills you wont get so many stuck up your butt

[ceded]

Davesprite...

Where are you?

[crowsicle]

home
why
whats up

[thepuppetmaster]

What the fuck do you think you're doing.

[crowsicle]

dude i left you a note

[thepuppetmaster]

Dave?!

[thepuppetmaster]

I swear to God if you are doing something stupid right now I will KILL YOU MY FUCKING SELF.

[ceded]

Dave? Can you come upstairs?

I need to talk to you.

[crowsicle]

huh
sure

[It's faster to just go out Dirk's window and in through hers.]

What's up?

[thepuppetmaster]

Hey, bro.
I need to ask you something.

phone tags 4 u

[crowsicle]

sure
my finely crafted ear canals are always open for business
whats up

[thepuppetmaster]

Dave.
What do you know about my Aspect and Class.

[crowsicle]

what did you do

[thepuppetmaster]

You were right.

[crowsicle]

thats a bad sign if ive ever seen one
roof?

[ceded]

[ Coming immediately from here:

Xion doesn't even reply. She just races up to her room, where she knows he is, and without even stopping tackles him bodily to the bed. She's laughing, and wrinkling her nose in a silly approximation of fierceness. ]

Gotcha!

[crowsicle]

[The noise he makes is somewhere between 'caw' and 'oof.' He catches her, laughing under his breath as he grins up at her.]

Y'know. I can still do it. Bed's right underneath my semipermeable ass.

[His eyebrows go up in challenge.]

voice; March 17th

[greatrage]

Hey man. I've got some information to share with you. You busy?

voice

[crowsicle]

Am I ever busy, dude? Like, really. How well do you know me again.

voice; March 28th

[greatrage]

Daaaaave. Is Xion with you? She's not answering my messages!

voice;

[crowsicle]

[It takes him a while to get back to this. When he finally picks up, he sounds a little harried, like he's just been up and down the stairs. Maybe more than once.]

No. She's. Not with you?

morning of the 27th.

[ceded]

[ It was a long, trying night, perfectly capping off the long, trying, terrifying day that came before it. Xion has slept little and remains exhausted. But when her latest fitful attempt to get some rest ends with her staring blankly at the ceiling, she finally gives up and rouses herself from Dirk's bed.

There's one last person she needs to see. Her only detour is to snag a sweater from her room before she begins her search in earnest.

They have much to discuss, and she knows she won't be able to get any real sleep until she sees him. ]

[crowsicle]

[He might take a while to find, since he's not even in the house. He's cuddled up with Snoop in the birdhouse Dirk and Eren helped build basically built for him, actually dozing lightly for once, tired out from yelling at blue-eyed boys and generally freaking out.

It's a big nest, still much too big for Snoop alone, and the two of them are huddled up near one edge with Davesprite on the outside, providing as much heat as he can to his downy charge.]

[TEXT w/ IMAGE]

[earlybird]

Batcat.

[TEXT]

[crowsicle]

AUGH

[And then, thirty seconds later:]

christ rob could you tag for baby murderbeasts???
even if that cape is boss as hell

[text, 6/7]

[clockworkhero]

yo
you awake yet
have you achieved consciousness tier
or am i alone in this dark universe
well
dark city
its all foggy and shit
straight up like a scene out of the cheesiest horror film
like are you serious you couldnt come up with better special effects
this is creature from the black lagoon meets the original dracula meets nosferatu
someone with a bad makeup job and a worse accent is about to jump out any minute now

[text, 6/8]

[clockworkhero]

man i gotta tell you
sleeping in the attic right now aint all its cracked up to be
also protip my god tier gear is fucking hella for this sort of weather
i am snug as a bug in a red fuzzy rug
if that rug is in an attic full of weird relics that someone's dead brother shoved up here
this shit is all sorts of hilarious most of the time
but i gotta tell you that all the hilarity goes right out of the room when the whole city kind of sounds like its screaming

yeah im gonna go see what i can do about all this shit
later

text;

[greatrage]

check your front porch

text;

[crowsicle]

its cold

text; backdated to december 30

[greatrage]

dave I did a thing

[crowsicle]

a thing

[text]

[thebarkside]

[ she had a reason for sending him a message, she's sure. right now, though, she's just stuck having a moment of - ]

are those bird calls

[text] A MILLION YEARS LATE

[crowsicle]

actually theyre bro singing in the shower
so hey whats up

text;

[muties]

sonsprite dont get killed by the monster & ill buy you an ice cream
or find you one i guess?? idk if there is any actual
like
monetary economic system here
ofc ive never seen a monetary economic system ANYWHERE
but you get what im puttin down
dont die = ice cream

text;

[crowsicle]

ok well i wasnt planning on dying or anything but sure i can accept an alternaparental reward for what i was going to do anyway
um
youre somewhere safe right