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Post by quinnquinn on Mar 6, 2016 6:32:21 GMT -8
"Thank... you..." He said with surprise. Owen slowly turned to look Walter in the eyes. There was nothing ulterior in them, just plain and honest. He tilted his head in curiosity. This kid actually meant it.
At the mention of the birds, Owen chuckled. He even smiled for a split second, looking normal. "They don't like you talking to them." He repeated, but he was moving on to say more. "But they like you. They don't hurt you." They showed tolerance around Walter. And that was something. He held out his right hand and rolled his sleeve up to show the younger one his collection of neon plasters and fading scars and scabs in the shape of claws.
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Post by luckyrabbit on Mar 15, 2016 16:46:59 GMT -8
Walter had never really thought about it that way before, that the birds just flying away instead of attacking was friendly, he really just thought of them as being constantly rude for doing so. What else, he certainly had not expected Owen to be covered in plasters. “I didn't think they did anything to you since you work with them." He was leaning in fairly close to Owen's arm eyeing the colorful plasters with a curious interest quite like the bird had been interested in the shiny corners of his book. "Those are really neat plasters though, do you go to the medic office every time they scratch you? That makes a lot of trips...”
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Post by quinnquinn on Mar 19, 2016 18:04:44 GMT -8
"I spend a tidy lot of time with them." He explained. "Time for them to dislike me." Walter seemed to take great interest in it somehow. Owen just observed him as he leaned in close to his arm.
His gaze changed slightly at the mention of the medic's office. He withdrew his arm and held it close to his body, seeming a little awkward. Owen shook his head. "We have first aid. Don't need to go down there for first aid. I don't like it down there." It wasn't just him, there were other birdkeepers to attend to every now and again. To flood the infirmary with small cases just wasn't worth anyone's time, really. "I go down there for tidy big things." Ah, how many major injuries had he collected over the years? He'd forgotten most of them.
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Post by luckyrabbit on May 5, 2016 9:45:24 GMT -8
“I don't really like going down there either to be honest. They treat me like a baby.” Walter wrinkled his nose. If it was one thing he couldn't stand it was being pitied and talked to like some toddler every time he got a new scratch. With a little shrug of one shoulder he continued in a lighter tone. “But I always forget to buy plasters when I'm out and there is never any left in the box in the explorers club when Maxwell is there, so I have to ask them a lot.”
Just as Walter once again picked up his orange juice a computerized beep sounded together with a buzz from his pocket taking the child by surprise making him drop his glass in his lap, draining his shorts and splattering onto parts of his papers. “Oh confound it!”
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Post by quinnquinn on May 10, 2016 7:22:14 GMT -8
Owen just nodded politely as he talked, and he too was surprised by the sudden buzz. "Are you ok?" He asked Walter. Seeing the stuff bleed further and further into the paper, he wasted no time putting his long sleeves on it, hopefully to soak up the liquid into them. Who knew how effective it was.
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