[ she has no idea who marcus is and no idea who phil is. she only knows a few human names and (as previously specified) those aren't one of them. however, she does understand what the mysterious white box that's about as tall as a human provides. so, she'll let out a little shriek in comprehension.
yes! feed her! she has done a great job! which is to say she's completed the delivery, but not necessarily to the correct person. that missive that's rolled up on her leg jostles as she ruffles up her wings and folds them again.
she'll watch phil with her many and strange eyes as he moves around her even so. please disregard the ones that seem to be able to turn toward the back of her head. ]
[... that startled jump was probably not the reaction she was expecting to that shrilled cry. In Phil's defense, though, he comes from a world where monsters make exactly that sort of noise before they try to eat you, so surely he can be excused for his impolite behavior. At least it doesn't take him long to realize that she isn't about to attack him?
Once he's come to that conclusion, he'll go over to the fridge and open it, shuffling things around for a moment until he pulls out a container of leftover stew. She probably won't be interested in the vegetables, he thinks, so when he grabs a small bowl and a fork to start picking pieces out, he selects only the largest hunks of meat to transfer into said bowl.]
Here... this was from last night, so it should still be fresh.
[He pushes the bowl towards the falcon, mismatched eyes falling on the letter attached to her leg as he does so. Hmm... who could be sending him a letter, he wonders?]
[ she is not fazed. one human she enters the house of used to do the same, but now he doesn't and it is very sad actually. maybe she humors phil a little because she's going to get fed! or, maybe, she's just tired and that's why her eyes sort of blink slowly.
haha, just kidding. as soon as phil plops that bowl in front of her she's diving in. she's a very messy eater and half of the meat ends up on her and in her and the other half ends up on the table. don't worry, she'll get it.
anyway, she guesses she'll extend her leg primly. how is she balancing. dwbi. ]
It would be nice if I had any idea where you came from...
[Also ma'am who taught you your table manners because they are in need of some serious improvement, he's going to have to wipe down the entire table after this?? ... or he could leave Marcus to do it, but he's not that rude, plus he doesn't want to have to explain why he fed a strange mutant bird that knocked on the window in the middle of the night.
When she extends her leg with the letter, he'll take that as the invitation that it is to very gently untie the paper from around her leg, unrolling it and then adjusting his monocle so as to better read its contents.
[ phil is lucky that she is horrendously distracted with hoovering up the mess she left on the table. if she wasn't, there is a very high chance she would have bit him square on whatever part of his hand she could reach.
either way, while she's good and focused, phil will be able to read the missive in peace.
what it says (in a strong, but elegant hand) is the following:
[He appreciates the not biting, if only because then he would have yelled and ABSOLUTELY woken Marcus up.
It's clear as soon as he reads it that this was never meant for him-- the "K" and "D" give him a fairly good idea of the sender and the intended recipient (he wasn't so drunk that evening in the bar that he doesn't recall the comments he'd made to the two of them about his reading of their relationship), and at least there's nothing in it that's too damning or otherwise personal, yet at the same time that he feels guilty for reading someone else's mail, he's now curious as to just what is being talked about in the letter.
A TRUE MORAL DILEMMA.]
... you do realize you have the wrong house?
[Not that he suspects she knows or even cares at this point with how happily she's wolfing down that stew, but.]
[ does she realize she has the wrong house? that's a fair question. unfortunately for phil, she's not precisely forthcoming. she has done her delivery job and therefore: who cares. she's usually correct about half the time. that's better than not at all, right? right. especially when this very mysterious "d" writes in code to an equally mysterious "k."
anyway, she'll look up at him with half of her eyes. she's still busy getting every last scrap off his table (she hopes he likes the gouges she's left behind with her nice talons!), but if that's an indication that she understood? that's questionable. what she does seem to understand is that this human is supposed to send a missive back. so, out goes the leg again.
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on 2023-02-27 11:44 pm (UTC)yes! feed her! she has done a great job! which is to say she's completed the delivery, but not necessarily to the correct person. that missive that's rolled up on her leg jostles as she ruffles up her wings and folds them again.
she'll watch phil with her many and strange eyes as he moves around her even so. please disregard the ones that seem to be able to turn toward the back of her head. ]
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on 2023-02-28 12:42 am (UTC)[... that startled jump was probably not the reaction she was expecting to that shrilled cry. In Phil's defense, though, he comes from a world where monsters make exactly that sort of noise before they try to eat you, so surely he can be excused for his impolite behavior. At least it doesn't take him long to realize that she isn't about to attack him?
Once he's come to that conclusion, he'll go over to the fridge and open it, shuffling things around for a moment until he pulls out a container of leftover stew. She probably won't be interested in the vegetables, he thinks, so when he grabs a small bowl and a fork to start picking pieces out, he selects only the largest hunks of meat to transfer into said bowl.]
Here... this was from last night, so it should still be fresh.
[He pushes the bowl towards the falcon, mismatched eyes falling on the letter attached to her leg as he does so. Hmm... who could be sending him a letter, he wonders?]
Is that meant for me? On your leg, I mean.
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on 2023-02-28 01:10 am (UTC)haha, just kidding. as soon as phil plops that bowl in front of her she's diving in. she's a very messy eater and half of the meat ends up on her and in her and the other half ends up on the table. don't worry, she'll get it.
anyway, she guesses she'll extend her leg primly. how is she balancing. dwbi. ]
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on 2023-02-28 01:23 am (UTC)[Also ma'am who taught you your table manners because they are in need of some serious improvement, he's going to have to wipe down the entire table after this?? ... or he could leave Marcus to do it, but he's not that rude, plus he doesn't want to have to explain why he fed a strange mutant bird that knocked on the window in the middle of the night.
When she extends her leg with the letter, he'll take that as the invitation that it is to very gently untie the paper from around her leg, unrolling it and then adjusting his monocle so as to better read its contents.
So, what does it say?]
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on 2023-02-28 10:54 pm (UTC)either way, while she's good and focused, phil will be able to read the missive in peace.
what it says (in a strong, but elegant hand) is the following:
K,
All contained. Steeple toward 4?
- D.
very enlightening??? ]
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on 2023-03-01 01:24 am (UTC)It's clear as soon as he reads it that this was never meant for him-- the "K" and "D" give him a fairly good idea of the sender and the intended recipient (he wasn't so drunk that evening in the bar that he doesn't recall the comments he'd made to the two of them about his reading of their relationship), and at least there's nothing in it that's too damning or otherwise personal, yet at the same time that he feels guilty for reading someone else's mail, he's now curious as to just what is being talked about in the letter.
A TRUE MORAL DILEMMA.]
... you do realize you have the wrong house?
[Not that he suspects she knows or even cares at this point with how happily she's wolfing down that stew, but.]
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on 2023-03-02 03:46 am (UTC)anyway, she'll look up at him with half of her eyes. she's still busy getting every last scrap off his table (she hopes he likes the gouges she's left behind with her nice talons!), but if that's an indication that she understood? that's questionable. what she does seem to understand is that this human is supposed to send a missive back. so, out goes the leg again.
expectantly.
give into your desires to be curious, phil. ]