[ As soon as Jack has a relatively good grip on the flappy end, Kahlil twists the other end with one hand, trying to tighten the net around the bird's body just enough so that he can -
- dart his other hand out and snatch its legs.
Which he does, in one swift movement, finally. It squawks as if they're murdering it, which draws the sudden ire of the crab eater, who begins muttering to himself and giving them dark looks. ]
Maybe they're cousins. [ with a nod to the young man, then the bird. It's still flapping angrily at him, but while upside down the weight of the net is making it harder for it to try to peck Kahlil's hand off. ]
I GUESS
- dart his other hand out and snatch its legs.
Which he does, in one swift movement, finally. It squawks as if they're murdering it, which draws the sudden ire of the crab eater, who begins muttering to himself and giving them dark looks. ]
Maybe they're cousins. [ with a nod to the young man, then the bird. It's still flapping angrily at him, but while upside down the weight of the net is making it harder for it to try to peck Kahlil's hand off. ]