( Their tones, their energy, their level of... flabbergastment(?), all of it matches beat for beat. )
You stopped me because you know I'm a fucking idiot, and I processed, and then I thought we were- figuring out, like, a plan or something. I just- don't really understand what I did wrong to change that, but it feels like I- messed up something, somehow.
( Somewhere toward the end, the energy begins to die, to lose steam, to fall flat. The frustration bleeds out into fatigue, and his tone lowers enough that a few seagulls feel brave and venture forth to peck at his leg. The joke's on them, though — it's the metal prosthetic, and after they slam a beak into titanium or whatever it's made of, they hop back indignantly, shooting him a disgusted look. Or, you know, as disgusted as a bird can really convey. )
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( Their tones, their energy, their level of... flabbergastment(?), all of it matches beat for beat. )
You stopped me because you know I'm a fucking idiot, and I processed, and then I thought we were- figuring out, like, a plan or something. I just- don't really understand what I did wrong to change that, but it feels like I- messed up something, somehow.
( Somewhere toward the end, the energy begins to die, to lose steam, to fall flat. The frustration bleeds out into fatigue, and his tone lowers enough that a few seagulls feel brave and venture forth to peck at his leg. The joke's on them, though — it's the metal prosthetic, and after they slam a beak into titanium or whatever it's made of, they hop back indignantly, shooting him a disgusted look. Or, you know, as disgusted as a bird can really convey. )