[The second that odd squawking begins, his heart sinks. He knows exactly who's arrived, and as Fuuta whips around to growl at the second magpie, he flies into another panic. Great, this is just what he needs!]
Go away! Shoo! Now isn't the time...!
[He whispers some weak instructions to the red fork-tailed magpie (can this variety be found in nature? Survey says no!). But the magpie doesn't listen, which is no surprise; he inherited both his dads' stubborness, after all. The magpie just sits there, still squawking up a storm from the treehouse floor. But perhaps there's a purpose behind it, just as the real Rinne Amagi and the real Hiyori Tomoe often have a method to their madness. Perhaps he was trying to break the uncomfortable tension that's settled over the treetop.
If so, he ultimately succeeds. Hiyori's fears don't come true; Fuuta doesn't lash his tail or shoot flames out at the new bird. The tail presses in harder and he feels a few more fiery breaths wash over his face, the combined sensations from both causing him to squeeze his eyes shut, gritting his teeth. But nothing else happens. After that, Fuuta...
... eases off?
The tail moves off his stomach, and he gasps in some air. His eyes blink open, and he sees Fuuta give him an admonishing look, hears him issue some pithy remark. Which he follows by clarifying that he would never hurt his "damn pet."
Now, Hina-chan—that's the first magpie!—isn't just a "pet." She's the daughter he raised together with Jun-kun! Which, well... he supposes that does make her a pet, but she symbolizes more than just that for them! She... er... what does she symbolize again?
It doesn't matter. Fuuta just said people who abuse animals are "trash." And that means only one thing: the monster stuff didn't spread to his brain. The guy who stands for justice, however grumpily, is back!]
...... right, of course you weren't going to!
[Hiyori's face lights right up. He's beaming: from happiness, and from intense, delirious relief! Not even another lecture about being a better friend to Nagisa could diminish that smile. On the contrary, he's delighted to hear it!]
You're absolutely right, of course. But you know, we do have a pretty good relationship. Before we left, we celebrated Christmas together at the office, just the two of us! And this one time, he was playing a game on TV, and they gave him one phone call to strategize, but he used it to call me and wish me a good night! And he still holds my hand sometimes, even though we're not kids! ♪
[All those happy memories tumble from his mouth one after the other. It sounds like he's bragging, and he is bragging, but he just can't help it. He's so happy to be alive! To breathe air and talk and live!]
Not that any of that makes up for what happened on that day, of course. But like I said, he got his revenge~♪ And he did it in a way that was totally befitting of him...
[Ah. His heart really does swell when he thinks about how much Nagisa has grown. From that child who couldn't understand anything he taught him, to someone who can pull one over on him.
Not that Fuuta probably cares. He's turned away and is watching the second magpie. Hiyori straightens up himself, sitting more comfortably on the cushions, wincing a bit as he readjusts. His magpie creeps up onto his shoulder, and he turns his head, nuzzling against her beak.
As for the "Gyahaha"-ing magpie? That one snorts again and then makes a cooing sound, as if to jeer, "Awww, a happy ending~♪ Really warms yer heart, doesn't it?"]
You can hold a hand out if you want.
[Hiyori helpfully speaks up.]
He doesn't bite too hard. But he likes to make a nest of people's hair, so be careful.
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Go away! Shoo! Now isn't the time...!
[He whispers some weak instructions to the red fork-tailed magpie (can this variety be found in nature? Survey says no!). But the magpie doesn't listen, which is no surprise; he inherited both his dads' stubborness, after all. The magpie just sits there, still squawking up a storm from the treehouse floor. But perhaps there's a purpose behind it, just as the real Rinne Amagi and the real Hiyori Tomoe often have a method to their madness. Perhaps he was trying to break the uncomfortable tension that's settled over the treetop.
If so, he ultimately succeeds. Hiyori's fears don't come true; Fuuta doesn't lash his tail or shoot flames out at the new bird. The tail presses in harder and he feels a few more fiery breaths wash over his face, the combined sensations from both causing him to squeeze his eyes shut, gritting his teeth. But nothing else happens. After that, Fuuta...
... eases off?
The tail moves off his stomach, and he gasps in some air. His eyes blink open, and he sees Fuuta give him an admonishing look, hears him issue some pithy remark. Which he follows by clarifying that he would never hurt his "damn pet."
Now, Hina-chan—that's the first magpie!—isn't just a "pet." She's the daughter he raised together with Jun-kun! Which, well... he supposes that does make her a pet, but she symbolizes more than just that for them! She... er... what does she symbolize again?
It doesn't matter. Fuuta just said people who abuse animals are "trash." And that means only one thing: the monster stuff didn't spread to his brain. The guy who stands for justice, however grumpily, is back!]
...... right, of course you weren't going to!
[Hiyori's face lights right up. He's beaming: from happiness, and from intense, delirious relief! Not even another lecture about being a better friend to Nagisa could diminish that smile. On the contrary, he's delighted to hear it!]
You're absolutely right, of course. But you know, we do have a pretty good relationship. Before we left, we celebrated Christmas together at the office, just the two of us! And this one time, he was playing a game on TV, and they gave him one phone call to strategize, but he used it to call me and wish me a good night! And he still holds my hand sometimes, even though we're not kids! ♪
[All those happy memories tumble from his mouth one after the other. It sounds like he's bragging, and he is bragging, but he just can't help it. He's so happy to be alive! To breathe air and talk and live!]
Not that any of that makes up for what happened on that day, of course. But like I said, he got his revenge~♪ And he did it in a way that was totally befitting of him...
[Ah. His heart really does swell when he thinks about how much Nagisa has grown. From that child who couldn't understand anything he taught him, to someone who can pull one over on him.
Not that Fuuta probably cares. He's turned away and is watching the second magpie. Hiyori straightens up himself, sitting more comfortably on the cushions, wincing a bit as he readjusts. His magpie creeps up onto his shoulder, and he turns his head, nuzzling against her beak.
As for the "Gyahaha"-ing magpie? That one snorts again and then makes a cooing sound, as if to jeer, "Awww, a happy ending~♪ Really warms yer heart, doesn't it?"]
You can hold a hand out if you want.
[Hiyori helpfully speaks up.]
He doesn't bite too hard. But he likes to make a nest of people's hair, so be careful.