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[stopmovingthefurniture]

You're sending me back? But Max isn't there and the rest of the Flock--

[ Aren't there either, which means he'll be alone. ]

... I guess it's better than sticking around and watching the world end. Just, hey, do me a favor and don't make me fly into any occupied bath houses this time. I couldn't even see her and it was still awkward.

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SKREE! Someone else who plays this dork, hi!

[blindbirdboy]

... [Yup, verbal ellipse, he's good at those.]

Okay, you just said three things that sound really familiar to me, but I'm kind of at a loss, because I know you're not one of my flock.

SCREAMING hi! i'm a bit rusty with him so go eeeeaaasy on me /o\

[stopmovingthefurniture]

Your Flock? [ He sounds torn between disbelief, confusion, and downright disgust. ] You're kidding. There's only one Flock, and last I checked, I didn't hear any middle aged men in it.

oh lord, so am I, and he's mostly-AU now at that, soooo...

[blindbirdboy]

[And that's a flat look to end all flat looks. Not that either of them can see it.]

And last time I checked, twenty five is hardly middle-aged.

we're aaaaall in this together~

[stopmovingthefurniture]

[ Nope, sorry, can't see your flat look, older-self. ]

Close enough. You're an adult, which is the only part that matters. The Flock is a Bird-kid Grown-up Haters club.

*\o\ *\o/* /o/*

[blindbirdboy]

[And that gets a smile, because he still remembers that]

That's what I figured. So this is either going to freak you right out, or make you laugh your ass off, but have you got the color-touch yet?

sorry for the delay, hectic weekend!

[stopmovingthefurniture]

[ Can you see his entire demeanor shift? Oh wait, no-- Nevermind. Oops. But you can probably hear it, his voice more guarded than it had been. ]

I know about it, but I haven't gotten it yet. [ No thanks to ridiculous game shenanigans. ] How do you know about it? Who even are you?

[ He's about two seconds away from aiming a punch in the general direction of your face, buddy. ]

No worries, I know how that goes

[blindbirdboy]

[And this version wouldn't have gotten them if it weren't for ridiculous game shenanigans, funny how these things work.]

Dude. I'm you. Sort of.

[If he hadn't been wearing a jacket he'd cock his wings forward, but as it is, he can't, yet.]

\o/!!

[stopmovingthefurniture]

[ That is followed by a really long silence. Then: ]

How can you sort of be me? Either you're me or your not me, there is no sort of.

[ Not to mention he's not sure if he entire believes him. ]

[blindbirdboy]

I'm you from a different timeline. So, sort of you.

Or you're sort of me, I don't even know, alternate realities get complicated.

[stopmovingthefurniture]

... I'm pretty sure what you are is crazy.

[ Although with the whole cloned Max thing, this doesn't actually seem so far-fetched. ]

[blindbirdboy]

Might be. Angel kept saying so, and she's psychic, so she'd know, right? But I bet I can tell you right when the timelines diverged.

You remember when we split from the Flock to go find our folks?

[maximum]

...Okay, does it count that I tried not to laugh?

[ Sorry, Ig. Sympathy was vastly outweighed by the thought of a dozen huffy women pelting him with slippers and bars of soap. ]

[stopmovingthefurniture]

It wasn't funny!

[ RUDE MAX. ]

i'm so rusty oh god

[maximum]

Okay, okay, you're right. It was... absolutely traumatizing. [ Okay, that doesn't sound too serious, but she's trying here. ]

I'm holding my hands up, Ig, like when people say 'don't shoot'.

[ She totally is, too. ]

sobbing don't worry so am i 8(

[stopmovingthefurniture]

[ He's just going to stare in your general direction for a moment. ]

I hate you.

[ Okay, not really, but still. ]

She saw my wings and she thought I was being skeevy. She also judged my landing. [ Which was the part that really miffed him, to be honest. ]

[maximum]

[ Okay, that is not okay. ]

Shows what she knows.

[ Dismissive as hell. See, Iggy? We birdkids don't need their approval. ]

[stopmovingthefurniture]

[ And this is why he doesn't really hate you. ]

It was midnight. Who hangs out at the bath house at midnight, anyway? If you ask me, she's the skeevy one.

[maximum]

[ So the whole 'flock leader who totally secretly loves you to bits like an obnoxious way-too-tall younger brother' part doesn't factor in at all? Just checking. ]

Yeeaaah, I'm not gonna lie to you here, we aren't touching that one with a ten-foot pole.

[stopmovingthefurniture]

[ Noooooope. Not at all.

He just gives a sightless, exaggerated eyeroll and shoves at her halfheartedly. ] Whatever.

[maximum]

[ Her shoulder shifts a little, an equally halfhearted dodge that probably doesn't do too much to avoid the shove anyway.

Besides, it's Serious Time.]

So this place you're at, is it-... [ Backtrack, reword: ] Are you safe? [ Mama Bird's a little concerned, nothing to see here. ]

sorry for the delay, hectic weekend!

[stopmovingthefurniture]

If by safe you mean there's no Erasers or Flyboys or crazy scientists trying to kill me, then yeah. I'm safe.

[ Otherwise, though? Not so much. Crazy shit is still going on here. ]

same, fff.

[maximum]

Okay.

What if by safe I mean anything trying to kill you?

[stopmovingthefurniture]

Well. [ A beat. ] There's the Mist, which basically tries to kill everyone. There was an invasion once, and those guys tried to kill everyone too. Then there are the general crazies that get brought in, but they can be avoided. Usually.