[He glances over at said birds for a moment. Big eyes meet sunglasses covered eyes... and he thinks they have agreed to some sort of treaty. Yeah.]
Yeah, sure. They seem fine, as long as they don't shit on me.
[Friendship over at that point. But they seem relatively calm right now and minding their own business, pecking at the greens below them. They really do seem fond of Shadow in particular though, maybe it's an animal thing? Even though space hedgehogs are different from birds.
But deciding to speak through action rather than just words, Scott opens his bag of sour cream and onion chips, snagging one before offering it to Shadow.]
If you're gonna run off again, at least try a chip. They're good.
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Yeah, sure. They seem fine, as long as they don't shit on me.
[Friendship over at that point. But they seem relatively calm right now and minding their own business, pecking at the greens below them. They really do seem fond of Shadow in particular though, maybe it's an animal thing? Even though space hedgehogs are different from birds.
But deciding to speak through action rather than just words, Scott opens his bag of sour cream and onion chips, snagging one before offering it to Shadow.]
If you're gonna run off again, at least try a chip. They're good.