Voice testing... maybe looking for a more permanent perch?

[sing_cottonbird]

[Congrats, you lucky [or should one say, unfortunate?] person. Your head feels warmer than usual, but it's not a hat.

There's now a blue and white Swablu as your make-shift head covering, and I do say, it looks like he's there to stay... well, at least for a short nap anyway.]

...S-Swaaaa~

[Hope you don't mind the sweet sounds of cottonbird snoring; it sounds a lot like short bursts of whistling to normal people and creatures, but surely some others could easily understand his chirps.]

...Want to play~ ...but where to go~? 

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[westgaterider]

[...There's something on his head.

And when he reaches up, it's fluffy, like cotton wool. So, he's going to try and grab it.

Because wut.]

[takeoutthetrash]

[Oh. Oh man, what is he even supposed to do? The little dude looks comfortable up there, sure, but Gershel can't go the whole day just carrying him around. Out of all possible courses of action, he decides to go with "crippled with indecision".]

Are you, uh, so sure you wanna head off somewhere? I mean, you're looking pretty comfortable, y'know, as-is.

i'm sorry for thread hacking, but i love your garbodor oc

[writer_of_honor]

[Hope you don't mind a curious human eyeing you, Gershel, because someone is kinda fascinated by your appearance here. That or he's confused on what exactly you are (hopefully not a demon).]

I've never seen a creature like you before. Are you really a human in disguise?

aww, thanks. threadjacks are fine by me.

[takeoutthetrash]

[Oh, he minds. Now he somehow looks even more concerned than before and sort of awkwardly shuffles away from the stranger.]

N-no. No sir, not at all.

I-I mean, last I checked.

Re: yay :D

[writer_of_honor]

[Seeing the creature move away puts him at ease. If this really was an enemy form his world, then conversation would've turned to combat quickly.]

Ah, sorry for such an awkward question. Where I'm from people disguise themselves as monsters to trick other humans. I apologize, but you looked like one of them.

I'm grateful you aren't though, given you seem much more docile and intelligent than humans from my world.

[takeoutthetrash]

Why would they go around doin' that? I mean, there's not much, uh, advantage to lookin' the way I do.

[writer_of_honor]

To kill people. [Well, he's not going to sugarcoat the truth this time.] My world is a vicious, survival of the fittest, place. Be grateful you're not from there.

[takeoutthetrash]

[The bluntness of the response is definitely a little off-putting, and Gershel almost visible shrinks at it.]

I... yeah. Real glad, over here.

...You're not gonna kill me, are you?

[writer_of_honor]

Absolutely not. I avoid conflict at all costs and clearly you're not a threat.

[He slowly tries to approach the Garbodor, one hand extended outward.] I'm sorry if I scared you in any way.

[sing_cottonbird]

[Thankfully, the cottonbird isn't in that much of a deep sleep. Plus, it's common for his kind to do this all the time, even to complete strangers.

At least the feel of fingers against his wings gets a giggly reaction out of the little guy.]

S-swaaa-a-a-a~! (That tickles~!)

[sing_cottonbird]

[Well, he is quite a light-weight, so carrying him around wouldn't be too much of a bother. Plus, it is nice to have a fellow Pokemon around too, even though it's one that very new to him.

Strange how he can reply when in such a comfy state of near-napping.]

...Dunno, swa~ Feels good here, bluuu~...

[takeoutthetrash]

Well, uh, good to see you're enjoying yourself.

But, if you ever do find somewhere to play, you gotta remember to be careful. There's some really nasty places out there, y'know?

[takeoutthetrash]

It's... it's fine, don't worry about it. Just a little spooked is all.

[He straightens up a bit, trying to look comfortable even when he very clearly isn't.]

Y'know, out of all the things I've been called, 'harmless' doesn't come up as often as you think. I mean, I wouldn't hurt a Flygon, but that's not what everyone else seems to think.

[writer_of_honor]

...Ah, that happens to all of us.

[He gives the Garbodor a confused look, mainly to some of his words.] Your appearance is daunting, however, we're holding this conversation right now with little to no trouble. And what exactly is a Flygon? Is it a bug of sorts?

[takeoutthetrash]

Err... sort of. I think it might just be a regional thing.

Guess you don't see a lotta Pokemon where you're from?

[harmonicmotion]

[N blinks and carefully reaches up to touch the cotton-soft feathers.] Excuse me, Friend... [May that touch transfer his thoughts and feelings more clearly; he certainly understands the meaning of that birdsong. Do you wish to play with me?]

[sing_cottonbird]

[He's not asleep much right now. It's nice to actually talk to someone again. He's missed having conversations so so much.]

...Alto be careful, swaaa~! Alto protect Alto~!

[He's a big birdie, Gershel, even though he doesn't look like much.]

[sing_cottonbird]

[The touch feels nice, though it's a strange yet familiar sort of feeling, one that he's long forgotten by now. It's enough to make the cottonbird coo up against it gently in return.]

...So nice, swaaa~~

[...Wait, did he say "play"? Why go to sleep now when someone wants to play? At least it perks Alto up; his sing-songy reply sounds are enough to show his happiness.]

...S-sure~! Alto love play~!

[Little cutie. ;3;]

[harmonicmotion]

[N smiles at the cooing.] Then, let us play, Alto-kun.

[Let's see, how to convey different kinds of games— a race, perhaps? MEmory of rushing through grass, trying to beat a Zorua to a certain tree. Flight is an advantage!
Or, instead, a song with accompanying motions, a pat-a-cake type of game? Those wings and that voice seem up to it!]

What kind of game?