( voice test ; canon: elementary )

[cogitates]

It's perfectly reasonable to remain silent while you-- [Handwave.] Dilly about on this pointless escapade.

Regardless of the the fact I'm in your head, you could not possibly think you know enough of anything-- let alone me -- to continue this in any accurate form.

In lieu of not adhering to my request, you are met with a resounding silence.

[A pause. Because this is quite the opposite. He exhales, giving an annoyed look.]

Obviously that does not include-- [Another gesture to encompass this place.]

This.

Comments

[espigeonage]

[That's okay, Yuuya can talk for two. While circling him. His head doesn't bob as much walking as in normal pigeons, but it does move.]

Description does just as well, you know! I think the only thing that might work is a total lack of response to everything. Even thoughts. And there would be stranger things here than me, my friend, even if they don't always deign to show themselves, hard not to react. Not that I'd know!

...Even the joke entries starring inanimate objects don't quite pull it off, the mundane fills those with their own thoughts. Maybe the ones where it's all new comments and no responses? Aah, but that seems like cheating. Responses with only an image and the same one each time, perhaps! You might try that!

[cogitates]

[If you still think he's listening to you, he's not. He's on his phone. Google is an amazing time waster.]

[espigeonage]

[Uh huh. Since his mun doesn't seem bored yet, after a moment Yuuya starts preening his feathers. Birds have that ability to vocalize clearly with their beaks full, so this doesn't stop him.]

Ignoring me isn't bad either! More difficult faced with some, but I don't lay wing on people without a better reason than that. Maybe it'll work! If you end up somewhere anyway hopefully that will be remembered, but somehow...

[Whups, there's a beep from his phone, an iPod clone made for birds. Yuuya answers it with "Salut!" and chatters into it in Japanese about maid cafes.]

[cogitates]

I totally agree.

[He only stops when the bird stops talking to him to answer his pad. Sherlock does not remember taking peyote.]

[espigeonage]

[Yuuya makes a shh! shut up! flapping go-away gesture with his free wing, generating a brief breeze. He sounds happy and careless and chatty, still, but the gesture suggests otherwise.]

[He also has a concealed handgun-made-for-birds whose position he checks in what he thinks is a subtle way, with the leading edge of one wing.]

[cogitates]

[And this is where Sherlock is peacing the fuck out.]