( The words are leaving an impact — it's just that they might not necessarily be the kind Kyle wants. It's alright, though; he doesn't want to fight either. He doesn't want to make this any more upsetting, or worse somehow, by putting his foot so far in his prosthetic mouth it hits the back of his throat. It's just... safer, he thinks, to accept all of this for what it is and to let it go. It's not worth jeopardizing their friendship.
And the agreement earns a soft exhale of relief from him anyway; good enough. )
Cool. ( Comes the light answer, almost too light in tone, but sincere anyway.
Across from them, the bird launches itself at the berry and pecks at it with ferocity and gusto — a finely bated trap for Rita, who springs from nowhere like a cat, pile-driving the bird into the shell with an undignified squawk. Jack winces sympathetically, murmuring to himself: )
She's gonna get, just, round if she keeps this up.
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And the agreement earns a soft exhale of relief from him anyway; good enough. )
Cool. ( Comes the light answer, almost too light in tone, but sincere anyway.
Across from them, the bird launches itself at the berry and pecks at it with ferocity and gusto — a finely bated trap for Rita, who springs from nowhere like a cat, pile-driving the bird into the shell with an undignified squawk. Jack winces sympathetically, murmuring to himself: )
She's gonna get, just, round if she keeps this up.