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Just cause I read worse don't mean it ain't cursed
Jet hummed as he cooked. It was a habit; one he had yet to break... not that he really wanted to all that much. Of course, even his own humming couldn't disguise the sound of screaming from where Whipporwill had gone to sleep.
He huffed lightly, sparing a glance to where he left Arii (who had taken to lying on the floor in his absence, hugging their tail) before dumping the eggs and hashbrowns onto a few plates and turning off the stove (he wasn't that much of an idiot). Insurance against housefires secured, he carefully stepped over a cattarpillared Yora and toward Whipporwill's room, calling a warning not to eat the food, yet over his shoulder. He really, really hoped that they'd follow that, all things considered. He wasn't in the mood to deal with a whiny Baba... or Yora, for that matter.
As .13 entered and called out a good morning, he chirped a response back, pausing by the guest bedroom door. A pause, and a listen later, he knocked lightly on the door. "There's food, if you want—Baba, don't you dare—it."
He huffed lightly, sparing a glance to where he left Arii (who had taken to lying on the floor in his absence, hugging their tail) before dumping the eggs and hashbrowns onto a few plates and turning off the stove (he wasn't that much of an idiot). Insurance against housefires secured, he carefully stepped over a cattarpillared Yora and toward Whipporwill's room, calling a warning not to eat the food, yet over his shoulder. He really, really hoped that they'd follow that, all things considered. He wasn't in the mood to deal with a whiny Baba... or Yora, for that matter.
As .13 entered and called out a good morning, he chirped a response back, pausing by the guest bedroom door. A pause, and a listen later, he knocked lightly on the door. "There's food, if you want—Baba, don't you dare—it."