012 ∞ VIDEO // ACTION

[designedtoparty]

[Nathan is standing with his arms outstretched, his right arm with five ravens perched on it, and four crows on his left. His left shoulder is occupied by a blue and gold macaw. Despite being covered in a fair amount of bird poo (his navy hoodie may not have been his best choice today), he looks pretty pleased.]

Hey, Captain Birdseye. Say cunt.

[The macaw, Captain Birdseye, just whistles at him, much to Nathan's disappointment.]

No, cunt. C'mon, man. Say it with me. Cunt!

[This time he gets a screech and a click. Which still doesn't impress him. He frowns, starting to get a bit irritated.]

Cunt.

[Click. Nathan glares at him, sulkily.] Fine. Don't say it. [Side eye, then he mutters under his breath.] Twat.

[Screeeeeeeeeeeech.] Wanker. [Click, click, click. And then he's cleaning his feathers.]

What the fuck?! Where'd you get wanker from? I gave up on teaching you that one ages ago.

[Birdseye ignores him in favour of cleaning. Nathan pouts, arms drooping a little.] How long is this going to last for? My arms hurt.

[If you want action, Nathan is around the city, charging at random people with his bird flock.]

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[loonyandproud.livejournal.com]

[These are cursed albatrosses, so they are going to swoop Campbell in and circle around and around Nathan a few metres above him. For some reason. Maybe they want to eat the crows.]

Hey! Nathan!

[designedtoparty]

[Hey. Leave his murder alone, albatrosses. :| Nathan looks up, seeming to be rather upset by this situation. He tries jumping a few times, but when that fails to do anything but make his birds caw (and in the case of Birdseye, screech obscenities) in irritation, Nathan settles for glaring at Campbell instead.]

Why do you get birds that can fly you and I don't? That's not fair!

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[thenormalsquint]

Cunt.

[Well, his bird doesn't say it, but Angela's sure does.]

[loonyandproud.livejournal.com]

[Campbell just beams, unfazed.] It's fantastic, aye?! I mean, I'm sorta getting hungry cos I cannae get DOWN but it's worth it, right? I dunno, you could try and grab one a' my legs or something if they bring me a bit closer down?

[ruthless-hunter.livejournal.com]

[Lockdown, in car mode, can't help but stop and look at the human try and get his birds to do tricks. It amuses him.]

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[designedtoparty]

Hey!

[Only Captain Birdseye gets to call him a cunt. :|]

[eiremagic]

He's got yehr number.

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[thenormalsquint]

Cunt. Cunt. Cunt.

[Nope, sorry Nathan. Everybody calls you a cunt.]

Shut up, bird.

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[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

Maybe you should try teaching it something...useful.

[designedtoparty]

[Which is all well and good until Nathan gets bored of training and decides that flashy looking car is a good place to try and wipe off some of the shit on his sleeves.]

[designedtoparty]

He has not! He doesn't know anything about me.

Wanker. [Which... just goes to show, he does know enough about Nathan.]

[Voice]

[designedtoparty]

I am!

What about teaching a parrot to insult people isn't useful?

[ruthless-hunter.livejournal.com]

Get any of that slag on my paint job, meatbag, and you'll get a first hand experience at bein' road kill.

[eiremagic]

Well, yeh are one, just so yeh know.

[designedtoparty]

[Nathan flails his arms, trying to grab hold of Campbell somehow. It doesn't do much but cause his birds to start flapping all around his head.]

Get closer! I can't reach you.

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[designedtoparty]

Wait! How come your bird can say cunt and mine can't?

I've been trying to teach him for ages.

[designedtoparty]

[Which, luckily, shocks Nathan enough that he jumps and stumbles a good foot backwards, making sure he keeps his distance.]

Wait, did you just talk? What the fuck?!

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[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

It won't be much use if it won't learn.

[ruthless-hunter.livejournal.com]

[Chuckle.] That never gets old. You bet your spearkplugs I can talk.

[designedtoparty]

I thought you were supposed to like me?

You know, what with me living with you and all.

[eiremagic]

Who say I don' like yeh?

[Voice]

[designedtoparty]

He knows wanker! C'mon, Birdseye. Say wanker.

[There's nothing apart from the cawing of one of the crows.]

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[renegare.livejournal.com]

It's intelligent.

[Voice]

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

...yeah.

[designedtoparty]

Oh. Cool.

I guess I'll just wipe my sleeves somewhere else, then.