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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.]

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[greatrage]

[hey, somebody else's wings are always cooler to look at than your own. As opposed to Davesprite's bright, sunshine orange feathers, Eren's are navy blue, metallic, almost gunmetal. The white feathers have a pearly sheen. A very organic interpretation of the Survey Corps' Wings of Freedom]

... Kind of heavy, actually. Well.. not heavy... [he frowns, trying to think of how he can describe it] It's kind of like when you... have a sore or something in your mouth, and you pay a lot of attention to it until you get used to it? I'm not used to them yet, so I'm really... aware of them. [he flashes a bright, genuine smile] But I love them! I can't wait until I'm strong enough to fly with them.

[crowsicle]

Oh man. Guess it's your turn for the PT regiment.

[Look at this cheeky motherfucker. He stands in front of Eren again, hands in his pockets, unable to stop smiling, he's so entirely happy for him.]

I call dibs on the asshole that gets to push you off a roof when you're ready.

[greatrage]

Damn right. I've already got an idea for something, like a bench press with a pulley system. The only problem is that it might rub sores on them, but... They're part of me, so they should heal like the rest of me.

[Eren is smiling fit to split his head. He's so happy he can hardly contain himself]

Ha! Of course! That means you have to catch me if I fuck up, though! If I splat, it'll be your fault.

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Hmm.

[greatrage]

[wat even Dave]

"Hmmm"?

[crowsicle]

I'm pretty sure you're too heavy for me to fly with, man. You're on your own.

[greatrage]

[Squuuuiiinnntttttttt]





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Are you saying I'm fat, Davesprite.

[crowsicle]

Am I the kind of bag of dicks that'd say that?

[greatrage]

Yes!

[Eren can't maintain the serious face, though, and it cracks into a smile as he elbows him]

[crowsicle]

Haha, ow, fuck you, I'm a rare and delicate species protected by state, national, and interdimensional law.

[He smacks half-heartedly at Eren's arms with both hands.]

[greatrage]

Do I look like I give a damn about your space laws?

[he whaps right back, but without any power behind it. Because Davesprite really is a delicate little flower]

I'm an intergalactic criminal.

[crowsicle]

[Well excuse you, just because he only weighs thirteen pounds and is frequently bowled over by strong winds doesn't mean he can't take a hit. He probably couldn't take MORE than one hit, but still. He raises his hands to "defend."]

Well damn, didn't we just go over the fact that I'm a cop? Do I gotta take you in for a flagrant attack on an officer?

[greatrage]

[uh huh. Maybe a HALF a punch. If that]

You're a cop, but I'm a soldier. I wonder who wins, here? Besides, you couldn't drag me anywhere against my will if you tried.