Quit it! [He waves off their attempts to comfort him. He is fine. He is always fine. They are in danger dammit. As he moves to sit up and prove his point, something pleasant reaches his nose. A beak full of black fur in his face. What in the-
Green light reflects in his eyes. That familiar glow of chaos energy that the other likes likes to sport, some distance from him. A few browns, along with their leader hover around, trying to peck at the older hedgehog. Why? These birds deserve death honestly. Bringing his middle and index fingers to his mouth, he whistles for their attention. They all stop their pecking assault to look at him. Don't ask where he hid it, but he shows some greens he still had on him. The birds that were trying to comfort him, suddenly back on their feet and dropping the nice smelling fur all over him. He tosses the cabbage to get them all away. Won't be enough to feed them all, but it's a moment of distraction.
Enough for him to get back on his feet, brushing off what he's assuming was the other's fur they brought.
...
Why do they smell strongly like flowers? Not a scent he was expecting from the older hedgehog. Whatever, his eyes are locked on the other now. Here. Again. Too soon to be seeing each other for his liking. Mockingly.]
I suggest masking your scent. [He'd find this amusing, if he didn't hate the other and be concern for his own life around them.]
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wispsbirds are stupid.]Quit it! [He waves off their attempts to comfort him. He is fine. He is always fine. They are in danger dammit. As he moves to sit up and prove his point, something pleasant reaches his nose. A beak full of black fur in his face. What in the-
Green light reflects in his eyes. That familiar glow of chaos energy that the other likes likes to sport, some distance from him. A few browns, along with their leader hover around, trying to peck at the older hedgehog. Why? These birds deserve death honestly. Bringing his middle and index fingers to his mouth, he whistles for their attention. They all stop their pecking assault to look at him. Don't ask where he hid it, but he shows some greens he still had on him. The birds that were trying to comfort him, suddenly back on their feet and dropping the nice smelling fur all over him. He tosses the cabbage to get them all away. Won't be enough to feed them all, but it's a moment of distraction.
Enough for him to get back on his feet, brushing off what he's assuming was the other's fur they brought.
...
Why do they smell strongly like flowers? Not a scent he was expecting from the older hedgehog. Whatever, his eyes are locked on the other now. Here. Again. Too soon to be seeing each other for his liking. Mockingly.]
I suggest masking your scent. [He'd find this amusing, if he didn't hate the other and be concern for his own life around them.]