redacted-mailbox

[redacted-mailbox]

GOOSE!

[he was clearly happy to see them, but quickly lowered his volume, just smiling like crazy.]

@twhnn

Hey, um, are you busy…?

[he was nervous, finch wings puffed slightly, covering his weird eyes with his ear wings. He looked normal. He was okay with losing eighty percent of his vision if he looked normal.]

- @milos-mailbox

mhm? Oh course not baby- what’s wrong? <oli just crouched down and gave a wary smile- his voice was a bit more scratchy than normal and Oli seemed a bit funky acting but he’s probably fineeeee!- just gently patting the others head and giving a little hug>

[redacted-mailbox]

So that’s a yes on baby brain.

[he chuckled, gladly sitting still as he sketched.]

@twhnn

Hey, um, are you busy…?

[he was nervous, finch wings puffed slightly, covering his weird eyes with his ear wings. He looked normal. He was okay with losing eighty percent of his vision if he looked normal.]

- @milos-mailbox

mhm? Oh course not baby- what’s wrong? <oli just crouched down and gave a wary smile- his voice was a bit more scratchy than normal and Oli seemed a bit funky acting but he’s probably fineeeee!- just gently patting the others head and giving a little hug>

[redacted-mailbox]

Milo are you all baby brained right now?

[the chirping would certainly suggest yes. So he paused sketching to wait for an answer.]

@orionsound-mailbox

Hey, um, are you busy…?

[he was nervous, finch wings puffed slightly, covering his weird eyes with his ear wings. He looked normal. He was okay with losing eighty percent of his vision if he looked normal.]

- @milos-mailbox

mhm? Oh course not baby- what’s wrong? <oli just crouched down and gave a wary smile- his voice was a bit more scratchy than normal and Oli seemed a bit funky acting but he’s probably fineeeee!- just gently patting the others head and giving a little hug>

[redacted-mailbox]

Sure. We watching Nightmare before Christmas again?

[he nodded, grabbing his notebook. His wings were larger, but still no real feathers. Just down. Still floofy.]

@orionsound-mailbox

Hey, um, are you busy…?

[he was nervous, finch wings puffed slightly, covering his weird eyes with his ear wings. He looked normal. He was okay with losing eighty percent of his vision if he looked normal.]

- @milos-mailbox

mhm? Oh course not baby- what’s wrong? <oli just crouched down and gave a wary smile- his voice was a bit more scratchy than normal and Oli seemed a bit funky acting but he’s probably fineeeee!- just gently patting the others head and giving a little hug>

[redacted-mailbox]

Wassup?

[he walked in, having noticed Milo grabbed his blankets.]

@orionsound-mailbox

Hey, um, are you busy…?

[he was nervous, finch wings puffed slightly, covering his weird eyes with his ear wings. He looked normal. He was okay with losing eighty percent of his vision if he looked normal.]

- @milos-mailbox

mhm? Oh course not baby- what’s wrong? <oli just crouched down and gave a wary smile- his voice was a bit more scratchy than normal and Oli seemed a bit funky acting but he’s probably fineeeee!- just gently patting the others head and giving a little hug>

[redacted-mailbox]

Okay.

[he shrugged, looking at his wings. Still fluffy. His ears too.]

there is a raccoon bouncing around your piano, making.. 'beautiful music'. he scurries up on the top, jumping onto a bookshelf, knocking down books then hurrying to the kitchen to grab whatever food was on the counter in its little hands

🔦

ummm- ok- I guess we have a raccoon now- AYO MOOSE YOU WANT A RACCOON???

@redacted-mailbox

[redacted-mailbox]

Okay.

[he shrugged. He was pretty sure down feathers were normal. And judging by the large holes in his back, his wings weren’t staying this small.]

there is a raccoon bouncing around your piano, making.. 'beautiful music'. he scurries up on the top, jumping onto a bookshelf, knocking down books then hurrying to the kitchen to grab whatever food was on the counter in its little hands

🔦

ummm- ok- I guess we have a raccoon now- AYO MOOSE YOU WANT A RACCOON???

@redacted-mailbox

[redacted-mailbox]

It was itchy. Plus it’s just.. fluff. Is there anything to preen?

there is a raccoon bouncing around your piano, making.. 'beautiful music'. he scurries up on the top, jumping onto a bookshelf, knocking down books then hurrying to the kitchen to grab whatever food was on the counter in its little hands

🔦

ummm- ok- I guess we have a raccoon now- AYO MOOSE YOU WANT A RACCOON???

@redacted-mailbox

[redacted-mailbox]

Sure.

[he simply appeared. He was still holding scissors from cutting a whole in the back of his t-shirt. It was too itchy because of his wings, which had actually started growing outwards now.]

there is a raccoon bouncing around your piano, making.. 'beautiful music'. he scurries up on the top, jumping onto a bookshelf, knocking down books then hurrying to the kitchen to grab whatever food was on the counter in its little hands

🔦

ummm- ok- I guess we have a raccoon now- AYO MOOSE YOU WANT A RACCOON???

@redacted-mailbox

[redacted-mailbox]

[it was a comforting silence. Safe. He just sat there, relaxed.]

[possible body horror below the cut? I’m not sure but better safe than sorry]

[it was a fairly normal day, Red was outside doing what he did, crayons strewn about, dishes needing done, normal day, normal house.]

[Except for Redacted. He had searing pain in his back and ears, stuck in bed, crying for literally anyone as it felt like his back was splitting open, ears moving in ways they shouldn’t. He didn’t know what was happening but wished it wasn’t.]

[redacted-mailbox]

It’s okay. Thanks for being so nice.

[he relaxed again, looking at the sky, the sun just behind the treeline. It would probably start setting soon.]

[possible body horror below the cut? I’m not sure but better safe than sorry]

[it was a fairly normal day, Red was outside doing what he did, crayons strewn about, dishes needing done, normal day, normal house.]

[Except for Redacted. He had searing pain in his back and ears, stuck in bed, crying for literally anyone as it felt like his back was splitting open, ears moving in ways they shouldn’t. He didn’t know what was happening but wished it wasn’t.]

[redacted-mailbox]

Mhm.

[he nodded, ear wings flapping a little. The down on them still felt weird.]

Idiot me's jus' a bit incapacitated at th' moment, but I heard that you's got a bit o' trouble with some wings or summat and I thought you might need a bit o' comfort.

[Bellamy smiles cheerfully and hefts the worn, straw-woven basket she's holding, a match to the frayed hat sitting lopsided on his sun-bleached hair.]

I's got enough stuff for a picnic, if you'd like! A'course we could always just stay home, if you'd like it better. I know you ain't gonna be quite comfortable with me yet, n'that's alright too.

@airen-bellamy

Who are you exactly? And- wait, how do you know about my apparent wings?

[he was scratching at his back more, absentmindedly. He seemed nice, and the mourning doves were out, so being outdoors sounded amazing. He still didn’t have any clue who this guy was though.]

[redacted-mailbox]

[he flipped to his stomach, preferring to avoid the pain. It was getting itchy againnnn. Ughhhh.]

[possible body horror below the cut? I’m not sure but better safe than sorry]

[it was a fairly normal day, Red was outside doing what he did, crayons strewn about, dishes needing done, normal day, normal house.]

[Except for Redacted. He had searing pain in his back and ears, stuck in bed, crying for literally anyone as it felt like his back was splitting open, ears moving in ways they shouldn’t. He didn’t know what was happening but wished it wasn’t.]

[redacted-mailbox]

It’s that drawn out coo. You gotta realllly listen. Sometimes they’re hard to hear.

[he smiled, getting real quiet so he could hear them. He just love their coos.]

Idiot me's jus' a bit incapacitated at th' moment, but I heard that you's got a bit o' trouble with some wings or summat and I thought you might need a bit o' comfort.

[Bellamy smiles cheerfully and hefts the worn, straw-woven basket she's holding, a match to the frayed hat sitting lopsided on his sun-bleached hair.]

I's got enough stuff for a picnic, if you'd like! A'course we could always just stay home, if you'd like it better. I know you ain't gonna be quite comfortable with me yet, n'that's alright too.

@airen-bellamy

Who are you exactly? And- wait, how do you know about my apparent wings?

[he was scratching at his back more, absentmindedly. He seemed nice, and the mourning doves were out, so being outdoors sounded amazing. He still didn’t have any clue who this guy was though.]

[redacted-mailbox]

Ah. It really does suck.

[he sighed, listening to the wind. Not remembering sucked.]

[possible body horror below the cut? I’m not sure but better safe than sorry]

[it was a fairly normal day, Red was outside doing what he did, crayons strewn about, dishes needing done, normal day, normal house.]

[Except for Redacted. He had searing pain in his back and ears, stuck in bed, crying for literally anyone as it felt like his back was splitting open, ears moving in ways they shouldn’t. He didn’t know what was happening but wished it wasn’t.]

[redacted-mailbox]

Do you know what it’s like to not remember things?

[he flopped backwards, wondering if it knew what he dealt with.]

[possible body horror below the cut? I’m not sure but better safe than sorry]

[it was a fairly normal day, Red was outside doing what he did, crayons strewn about, dishes needing done, normal day, normal house.]

[Except for Redacted. He had searing pain in his back and ears, stuck in bed, crying for literally anyone as it felt like his back was splitting open, ears moving in ways they shouldn’t. He didn’t know what was happening but wished it wasn’t.]

[redacted-mailbox]

[well that wasn’t good. His back wouldn’t stop bleeding where it seemed to have opened, and it was still so itchy. Less painful though, thank god. He just didn’t know why growing wings had to be so painful. And long. His ear wings were still covered in floof.]