[Scott barely stops himself from wildly startling as the chocobos nearly rip the greens from his hold, though a sharp flinch still manages to pass through him that they luckily seem to ignore in favor of having their favorite food nearby. It's just that really came close to his fingers! Is this what it's like to feed horses? The teen can't help but remain just a little more tense, slowly adjusting his hold so that he can avoid an accident in the making.
Man, these birds, he can't say he's a fan.
But as the two chocobos begins to consume the gyshal greens with a certain enthusiasm, only really eating the greens and not picking at him at all... it's a little nice. Enough where Scott slowly raises a hand to one of the birds to place his palm against a feathered neck. Okay, maybe this part isn't so bad.
...
Oh right, what about the present? He glances over at Dion, making a slightly helpless face. He's stuck with two birds that he doesn't want to fully leave now. Err, can't leave, right.]
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Man, these birds, he can't say he's a fan.
But as the two chocobos begins to consume the gyshal greens with a certain enthusiasm, only really eating the greens and not picking at him at all... it's a little nice. Enough where Scott slowly raises a hand to one of the birds to place his palm against a feathered neck. Okay, maybe this part isn't so bad.
...
Oh right, what about the present? He glances over at Dion, making a slightly helpless face. He's stuck with two birds that he doesn't want to fully leave now. Err, can't leave, right.]