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Post by misterrainbow on Jan 23, 2016 21:08:46 GMT -8
Success! Maxwell earned himself another ear ringing holler that sounded an awful lot like a bird! Entertained by the maddness of it, he rolled across the floor, clutching his sides with laughter. Owen was like an angry Crow, flapping aimlessly across the ground. If the other boy hadn't been so hasty to shove him off, Maxwell might have tried tickling him, too.
Golly, what kind of noise would he have made then?
Maxwell stopped his giggling and rolling about to watch Owen chase the Crow, tempting the idea as he imagined what it might sound like. Maybe he'd chatter like a Magpie. Or screech like an angry owl. Both seemed very likely, but with Owen darting about like a hungry bird of prey, he'd never know. Chasing him was too much effort.
"Flitwick! What are ya chasing that bird for?" Clearly he /wanted/ the creature. Maybe if he helped him catch it again. Maxwell instinctively looked at the ground for rocks, but this wasn't the terrain for such rubble. the floors were smooth and hard, not Rocky. "I got's a book! Ya wanna throw a book at it?"
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Post by quinnquinn on Jan 24, 2016 3:53:18 GMT -8
"MY NAME IS NOT FLITWICK!!!" he screamed at him. By now their little struggle had attracted the attention of the other staff within earshot, but for now they stood out of the way. Nothing too dangerous was going to happen, was it? "PAINT IS NOT GOOD FOR BIRDS!!!" He screamed again, listening to what the man was saying. Rocks? Books?! He'd have none of that!
"Do not thROW ANYTHING." Owen muttered aggressively. He stared Maxwell down, tackling him by grabbing his wrists, holding tightly and angrily, before letting them go in pursuit of the crow. It had landed on a perch nearby and he was very close to getting his hands on it.
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Post by misterrainbow on Feb 15, 2016 4:48:50 GMT -8
Screaming seemed like a habit for his new friend. It seemed like a fun one! Or maybe he was suddenly had of hearing? Maybe Maxwell would join in. "IT'S NOT? BUT PAINT MAKES THEM SO PRETTY. HOW IS THAT BAD?"
He was on the verge of fetching his book. It was a nice big book. Paper back and floppy. It would be great for throwing! Like.....Like a NET. Owen latched onto Maxwell before he could, though, and was yelling in his face again. The Rainbow man just giggled, and watched as Owen chase the bird again.
"Yer such a slow poke, Flitwick. Birbs is fast--You gotta be FASTER!" He'd holler suddenly as he went darting past Owen towards the painted bird.
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Post by quinnquinn on Feb 16, 2016 3:43:33 GMT -8
Owen didn't have time to answer Maxwell. There was a bird loose, covered in toxic stuff! He ran towards the crow, but it seemed the man was faster. "HEY!?" He screamed at him as Maxwell reached the bird first.
The bird really didn't like Maxwell at all, and upon his attempt to catch up to it, it flew off its perch and squawked aggressively. Its beak was poised and darted straight for Maxwell's face, hoping to deter him while Owen continued to close in.
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Post by misterrainbow on Feb 20, 2016 20:57:43 GMT -8
"AWE! BIRDY WANTS KISSES!" Maxwell welcomed the angry avian into open arms as it came after his face with it's beak. Though was quick to complain about 'tough love' as he attempted catch adn smother the bird against his chest. "I got it, Flitwick! I'll get the birdy for you! HOLD STILL BIRB."
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Post by quinnquinn on Feb 22, 2016 15:33:52 GMT -8
As much as Owen hated what Maxwell had been doing this entire time, he... caught the bird once and for all, and the boy couldn't blame him for his antics anymore. The crow struggled in the man's grip, until Owen picked it out and calmed it down.
To his relief the blue paint was nowhere near its mouth. It had just been splashed mostly on the wings and back. He looked down at himself too. They were both - no, all three of them - thoroughly blue at this point. They all needed to change. Bathe, in the bird's case.
Owen took it to the side and prepped a shallow bowl of warm water. He took the bird aside and helped it clean all the gunk off, before letting it finish up the job. The other birds kept an eye out on Maxwell for the time being, seemingly angry at him for his actions earlier.
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