Hmm. I'm just doing my duty as the closest person with a cell phone, you know.
[Still poking fun, albeit lowkey, and Subete waits until the whirlwind of squawky Saphir and squawkier bird and even squawkier teakettle subsides a bit and they have a little room to themselves; this isn't, after all, the main company sharing in the plushie adventures -- and it's worth it to step back a little and metaphorically popcorn the mess they've all gotten themselves into. He pretends to be studiously admiring the cockatoo and its truly extra accommodations while everyone else trips over themselves.
It really is impressive, how much his presence can apparently stir things up after two decades and change, but maybe that's just him being indulgent and maybe it's just that everyone under this roof knows how to hold a grudge. There's something a touch amusing about that too, even if he doesn't bother to dwell on it.
--Because it looks like they're just about ready to teach the cockatoo some Japanese. There's a quirk of an eyebrow but he switches easily too, shaking his head a little at the rough handling of his bottle of sake in retrospect.]
I'd say he was hoping for much more than he was expecting -- that tends to happen with miscommunications over text, hmm?
[There's a shade of true irony in his voice, but it's pale and momentary and perhaps surprisingly not aimed at anyone present in the house; even if there's something still wry in the background of it as he comes wandering back from his minor bird excursion.]
You are a demanding guest, though. You might have to get him an apology gift on top of everything else. Something flashy, of course.
[That prod probably isn't as serious as it should be but isn't entirely unserious either given the steps they've already taken and the company in question. Granted the entire insinuation might be a bit unfair but sometimes shiny things are truly the key to smoothing things over.]
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[Still poking fun, albeit lowkey, and Subete waits until the whirlwind of squawky Saphir and squawkier bird and even squawkier teakettle subsides a bit and they have a little room to themselves; this isn't, after all, the main company sharing in the plushie adventures -- and it's worth it to step back a little and metaphorically popcorn the mess they've all gotten themselves into. He pretends to be studiously admiring the cockatoo and its truly extra accommodations while everyone else trips over themselves.
It really is impressive, how much his presence can apparently stir things up after two decades and change, but maybe that's just him being indulgent and maybe it's just that everyone under this roof knows how to hold a grudge. There's something a touch amusing about that too, even if he doesn't bother to dwell on it.
--Because it looks like they're just about ready to teach the cockatoo some Japanese. There's a quirk of an eyebrow but he switches easily too, shaking his head a little at the rough handling of his bottle of sake in retrospect.]
I'd say he was hoping for much more than he was expecting -- that tends to happen with miscommunications over text, hmm?
[There's a shade of true irony in his voice, but it's pale and momentary and perhaps surprisingly not aimed at anyone present in the house; even if there's something still wry in the background of it as he comes wandering back from his minor bird excursion.]
You are a demanding guest, though. You might have to get him an apology gift on top of everything else. Something flashy, of course.
[That prod probably isn't as serious as it should be but isn't entirely unserious either given the steps they've already taken and the company in question. Granted the entire insinuation might be a bit unfair but sometimes shiny things are truly the key to smoothing things over.]