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[creator_raven]

There is a quiet thump as a black-feathered bird drops from the rafters, landing neatly in a chair.

A moment later that same chair is occupied by a man with dark hair and bright black eyes.

Some things, it seems, cross forms rather well.

Other things, like his dusty jeans and raggedy black coat, do not.

It is the problem with feathers.

Sort of.

Well, that, and the immense mess a beak makes of cookies. They are better inhaled whole. This is why Raven appreciates the approach of a waitrat bearing an enormous plate of cookies.

The bird is hungry, today.

And every day.

It is a thing.

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[fabled-fox.livejournal.com]

Four paws on his head and an upside-down pointy nose with two amber eyes staring into his says "Fox is here".

The angle makes him look like he's smiling.

"Hello Raven-who-is-man-today!"

[sanguimmuno.livejournal.com]

Cookies. Salazar would even have cookies to eat, if he had the taste for them at the moment. Which is why the cookies are being eyed (and, of course, the man-bird-thing is being eyed too, albeit warily).

Stupid itchy snake body.

[creator_raven]

Raven grins, wide and bright.

"It is a thing that happens, yes."

Beat.

"You are for having cookies?"

[creator_raven]

Raven tilts his head, watching the snake in turn.

Then he flicks a cookie at the creature.

"You are so very hungry, perhaps?"

Beat.

"Possibly mice are better, yes?"

[sanguimmuno.livejournal.com]

Okay, FLICKING?!?!?! So undignified!

"I have tried to catch a mouse." Stupid Miniver, wouldn't HOLD STILL. "He was a fellow patron."

[fabled-fox.livejournal.com]

"With you, there are many things that happen."

That comment is either innocent or a sly remark.

"Sure. I don't mind human food at all."

He'll get off Raven's head in a moment.

[creator_raven]

"That, I think, is very often the problem."

He grins.

"You have tried the demon bunnies, perhaps?"

[sanguimmuno.livejournal.com]

"No, I have not!" If Snake Salazar could grin, he would. But, unfortunately, no can do.

So he settles for eating the cookies- with an air of appreciation that he hopes Raven understands.

"I am called Master Salazar Slytherin, at least, when not in this form, by and by. How may I address you?"

[creator_raven]

Raven just holds up a cookie within reach of the fox's mouth.

He is still grinning.

"That is very true. I am, I think, very good company. So."

He his! Entertaining, too. Also very good at eating.

[creator_raven]

Raven gives the impression of having rolled his eyes at the 'Master' part.

"They call me Raven. It is descriptive."

Very descriptive, as the case may be.

[sanguimmuno.livejournal.com]

Good Gods, does no one have any sense of respect for titles anymore? *sigh*

"How is it that you have escaped this curse then, Raven?"

[fabled-fox.livejournal.com]

If you were bad at eating some people might start to worry.

Fox takes the cookie and munches at it. Then swallows.

No cookie-bits on Raven's face!

"It is why people seem to seek you out whenever you are here, yes?"

[creator_raven]

"Mostly, I think, because I am very clever."

Raven is smug. And vain.

It shows.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

The raccoon that has climbed up onto Raven's table to help himself to the cookies seems all in favor of the inhaling theory as he stuffs his face quickly. There is still quite a bit of mess but he can take care of that later.

[creator_raven]

Raven, who is always hungry, attempts to keep pace with the creature.

He is very good at it.

"You are for wanting more, perhaps?"

They will need a fresh plate soon, regardless.

[sanguimmuno.livejournal.com]

...they could be brothers, if it weren't for the fact that Raven would never in a million years agree to be brothers with a stuffed peacock like Salazar Slytherin.

"Or just Bar's favorite pet."

Salazar is a brat.

[creator_raven]

Raven's grin gets bigger.

"Possibly that, yes. It is not so bad to not be boring."

Even if people complain, on occasion.

Cranky is not so bad a thing to try. Once.

He also offers up a second cookie.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Finally! Someone who is not going to run the raccoon off for stealing his food!

Bill nods eagerly, a cookie in each paw.

[creator_raven]

Raven flags down another waitrat.

"Also possibly you are fond of milk?"

Cookies make Raven thirsty.

So does anything, really.

[creator_raven]

Raven snorts, though fire flickers in his eyes for a moment.

"That, I think, would not be so wise."

Several have tried, before.

It never ends well.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Another eager nod and a chatter of thanks.

And let's hope the waitrat is a speedy one because the raccoon has just finished the last of the cookies. He sits on his haunches and starts to brush crumbs off his face and then pick them out of his fur and tail.

[sanguimmuno.livejournal.com]

Salazar Slytherin much prefers water. It is the element of the snake, and... other things. Phlegm, for instance.

Salazar the snake hiccoughs suddenly, choking on a cookie.

"Yes. I imagine so."

So. Freaking. Weird.

[fabled-fox.livejournal.com]

"I'd hate it if things were boring here. Might even start a little something just to see if anyone here is alive."

Sometimes, you don't even have to wait for things to be as lively as a cemetery on a Saturday night to get things going!

"Oh, thank you! These are nice. What's in them?"

[creator_raven]

Raven offers him a napkin.

Well, probably it was a napkin, once.

Right now it is rather torn.

Oops?

At least the waitrat is on its way back, yes?

[creator_raven]

Raven beams, cheerful again.

This is not always a lie.

"You are not so stupid, then, I do not think. So."

He flicks another cookie at the snake.

Raven is good with water, too. He carried it to the people, after all.