Fern nods her head. “Yes, I understand that you can be good at things but you can’t even stand up.” she sighs quietly. “I don’t want you to get hurt or fall or anything of the sort.” she holds onto one of Leo’s wings to try and keep him stable.
Fern nervously laughs. “And you smell like booze.” she shifts awkwardly out of the hug. “Okay, I’m going back to Snidely now. Thank you for calling me cute, it was very kind of you even though you’re pretty drunk.” Fern pats his wing, she stands up. “You can stay here, okay?”
Fern tries to keep him down, she laughs a little bit. “Leo,” she stares at him. “You got drunk at the bar because you had lots of drinks with Snidely. Now you’re at Morphine on the floor.” she nods at him, still holding Leo down with her wing.
Leo jolts up slightly at Fern’s touch. It takes him a moment for her face to register in his mind, then produced a droll smile, “Hey there, cute girl!” he slurred and tried to pick himself up, “What happened?” He mumbled the question.
Fern becomes slightly stiff when Snidely touches her. She lifts up her wing and takes Snidely’s wing off of her cheek. “Uhm…” she clears her throat, becoming red. “Yeah. Yup. I agree with you.” Fern says a bit fast, her words begin to trip on themselves. “Y’know, I’m going to go find drunk Leo.” Fern points in a random direction behind her.…[Read more]
Snidely shrugs, “Right, wrong, whatever, it doesn’t really matter anymore.” He turns to look at Fern, “That should have been left behind when we entered the city.” He reached out and touched her cheek with a gentle wing, “You’ll adapt best if you mix those rights and wrongs together.” He leans in a little closer, produces a small, slightly…[Read more]
Fern looks down at the floor, a little bashful. “Ah, thanks I guess.” she takes a step back. “Anyway, um, what will happen once you go back in his office? I don’t really want him beating you up again.” Fern frowns, turning her head back up to Snidely, greeting his eyes. “I don’t want him beating you up at all, actually.” she begins to tap her…[Read more]
Snidely shrugs “Whatever, no harm no fowl.” (IM SORRY) He wipes the blood off his beak and rolls and tilts his head to the side, cracking his neck, “Anyway, it’s not like I haven’t taken a punch before. Negotiations are kinda like being in a wolf pack, you gotta let the alpha prove his dominance or whatever that gay shit is.” He puts his wings in…[Read more]
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