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[balancingminds]

Since that strange night, Charles has been an owl. He hasn't seen anyone he knows and has been enjoying flying around outside but he wants to get back to himself. This is awkward and his feathers require a lot of work.

Today he is perched on the back of a chair with a newspaper laid out on the table and a small bowl of nuts. He refuses to eat a mouse or bird even if some of them do look tasty.

Tiny tag: Palamedes
(OOC: Open all weekend. Charles will be speaking telepathically into your pup's head if he decides to talk to them. If they have mental shields, let me know, as he's sort of listening, just not as much as usual. Being an owl is distracting. Also ignore the rather large timestamp from one thread to the other, its been my first week of work. Thank you.)

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[balancingminds]

(OOC: There also is a de-owled EP up more recently. <33s these two.)

Charles stops as comfort isn't the word he would have thought of that particular word.

Just soothe where my claws pinched.

[markedformore]

Erik takes the aloe and smears some of it on his fingertips, rubbing it in slow circles on his arm where the clawmarks reside. "It's hardly the first time I've been marked," he says distractedly. "I'll live."

[balancingminds]

He nods though its an odd motion as an owl and works on his feathers as somehow things are even more complicated this shape.

Well, yes.

[markedformore]

Erik slides his fingers over his arm -- past the clawmarks and over the ink -- and then looks back to Charles. "I can't take you seriously like this," he confesses, given that he is speaking to his friend, who is an owl.

[balancingminds]

Then don't. I won't be offended.

That seems the simplest answer and Charles to help, gives a little nod before flying off towards the back to make it easier for Erik to leave.