31st Realm

[mukuro69]

whyam I an owl/?

[Typing with claws is hard. D:]

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[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

[He laughs and grabs the owl's beak, pushing the jaw teasingly.]

A naughty little owl. You're really, really brave. But your wings are so small. Let us test who can fly faster?

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

[He latches on to the hand, beak clamping down hard.]

I'm not going to compete with you.

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

[He winces slightly and uses his fingers to keep those beaks together.]

You don't like competition, huh?

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

[Tries to tug his beak away; it doesn't work.]

Should I say yes or no?

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

It's your choice.

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

[A strangled screech comes from the owl.]

Then no, I don't.

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

[He chuckles and lets go of the beaks.]

What a pity. It sounds fun.

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

[Fluffs his feathers imperiously.]

It's obvious who would win.

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

Oh? Mind telling?

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

[Sulkily:]

Your dragon is bigger and has larger wings.

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[He smile and pats the owl gently on its fluffy pineapple head.]

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

[The owl looks disgruntled.]

Stop that, I'm not your pet.

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

...Do you want me too behave to you like a lover now?

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

I don't want to imagine you trying to bed me like this.

[He flaps away with a hoot, landing on the bed covers and stalking across them.]

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

You're too small now. I can't. But I can still ruffle those cute feathers.

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

Literally or figuratively?

[He perches on the headboard, preening himself. His claws dig into the wood, leaving marks.]

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

How about a little bit of both?

[He smirks as he nears the little owl, reaching out to touch its feathers.]

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

[He shuffles sideways, away from the hand; it feels nice having his feathers stroked which is why he's trying to avoid those fingers.]

It takes longer than you think to straighten these.

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

You straighten them?

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

[Since owls naturally look like they're frowning, his flat look is probably lost on the don.]

Did you think birds preened because they enjoyed it? It realigns the tiny hooks in the feathers and clears dirt.

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

Ah, but to me it seems like you're enjoying the preening, sweetheart.

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

[He primly looks away, resuming his preening. Yes, it does feel nice, like everything is being rearranged properly. It's a comforting act.]

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

...How about I help bath you?

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

[He stops preening to stare at Byakuran.]

...I don't trust you not to accidentally drown me.

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

Come on, love. You're too cute~