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[space_puffin]

Finally.

Finally.

Finally.

Finally!

Finally Puffy has the start of a decent nest. It's up in the rafters. It gives him a lovely view of the entire bar. It's away from any one who could take his Things. At least as far as he's concerned. But a decent start isn't the same as a perfect nest.

A good nest requires things in it.

Shiny things.

People down there often have shiny things. And other things. That hairbrush looks like it make a lovely back scratchier.

With a squawk he drops down the closest table and goes hunting for Things.

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[cottoncandypink]

There's a few shiny things attached to a furry thing under a table. The furry thing is sleeping, while the human at the table above him stares at a glowing laptop screen.

The human might also be generously described as fluffy, with the way the hair on his head seems to point in every direction at once. There's also some pink fluff under his nose. And something shiny around one of his wrists.

[space_puffin]

Hmm...

Furry thing.

There was that really big chewie furry thing (who wasn't very chewie) who was a friend. Sort of friend shaped. He let the porgs nest in its metal flying thing and just take over! It was very nice. Even if he screamed a lot when they found something nifty.

Maybe this furry thing is a friend too!

Chewie furry thing even had food; maybe this furry thing has food.

"Wrrrk?" he asks, waddling under the table to get a closer look at this furry thing.

[cottoncandypink]

The furry thing is snoring. And drooling. He's so deeply asleep, he doesn't notice the tiny fluffy thing waddle over.

When it asks its question, Buster twitches his ear. Then he sniffs the air. And then he lazily opens his eyes.

Wait. What's this thing in front of him? It might take a moment for his brain to catch up.

[space_puffin]

It is a porg!

A very curious porg.

He approaches carefully, curiously... "Wurrk!"

Do you want to be friends?

[cottoncandypink]

Buster wuffs softly, sniffs the air, and wuffs again.

Only then does he fully wake up, and realise what's in front of him. Potential food! This time, he does not wuff. He barks sharply, skittering to his feet as his claws fail to find traction on the wooden floor. The bark startles the human at the table, and one of them bumps into it, rattling everything above them.

"Christ!" the human up above shouts at the sudden commotion.

[space_puffin]

WOAH! WOAH! WOAH!!!

Puffy flaps backward, skittering away for a few feet, giving himself a bit of room before facing the dog. He puffs up his feathers, making himself as big as he could, bared his teeth and screamed a high pitch scream.

It could be loosely translated as "COME AT ME BRO!!"

[takethatnature]

Wilson has Things. He has a Box Thing and a Crank Thing among the stuff dumped out on a booth table, which Chester the pumpkin-shaped, pumpkin-coloured quadrupedal box creature is contentedly sitting on and panting like a dog. Also a pile of semitransparent grey goop that moves on its own, a few hunks of honeycomb, a crudely fashioned hammer, and a stack of leathery skins. He keeps opening Chester's mouth to put something in or take something out, which the fuzzy beast doesn't appear to mind even though most of these things aren't food and he shows no signs of trying to chew on them even if they were.

[space_puffin]

Hmm...

Puffy hops up onto the opposite seat of Wilson and there are large porg eyes staring at the things on the table. The grey goop... is that food? It's moving like food.

Lots of little things by the beach are gooey like that. Flopping and oozing around. And they are tasty.

Hopping up onto the table he starts to stalk the goo.

[takethatnature]

It doesn't really smell like food close up. It smells a little bit like rubber, and a little like flowers, but mostly it smells like fear. At any rate, the goop continues undulating without a care in the world.

Wilson eyes the bird suspiciously. Is that a pengull? No, it doesn't have a beak. He's not sure if it wants to steal his stuff, eat it, or just walk all over it and get in the way; in his own world he's encountered animals that would do any or all of the above. "What do you want?" he mutters, moving the pig skins further away from Puffy.

[space_puffin]

"Kree!" Puffy says to Wilson.

Unfortunately for Wilson, Puffy would like to steal his stuff, eat it or just walk all over it and get in the way. Annoying pest.

He wanders over to Wilson who has fingers and he's learned quite easily that fingers equal food. There's a big hopeful look.

[takethatnature]

Please don't bite his fingers. He needs those for science.

"You'll probably just follow me around more if I feed you, huh," says Wilson, recalling his past experiences with friendly-to-indifferent wild creatures that accept food from him. On the other hand, sometimes they reward him with loyalty or useful bits and bobs! So it's a toss-up.

Speaking of which, another bird is descending upon the table. Figuratively speaking, since it's actually hopping up onto the seat and then the surface after it finished eating french fries off the floor. Its head is pretty much entirely eyeball, except for a pointy little purple beak.

[space_puffin]

Well, maybe he'd follow Wilson around. Or at least bother him on occasion for food. Puffy will be very helpful... why look at those interesting things...

He wanders over to the hammer and starts to make a grab for it.... and then spots the new bird.

Hello? Are you a friend? (He will have to find out about these french fries later). "Wurrk?"

[takethatnature]

"Peep!" The smallbird is delighted to meet a new pal. (Everyone is a new pal, up until they physically attack either Wilson or herself, at which point they are a Mortal Enemy.) She bounces up and down in excitement.

Wilson takes advantage of the distraction to cram all the pig skins into Chester's mouth, because they're meaty enough that spiders or hounds will try to eat them and he's not letting Puffy test them for edibility.

[iscaremonstrs]

Boo notices her very fluffy friend hop down on a table and beams. YAY! SHE LOVES HER FLUFFY FRIEND!

She hops over!

"Hii!!"

She waves.

"Hihi!

Hi!"

Really, she's very happy to see Puffy.

[space_puffin]

Ooh! Person who gives him food! And is small and gives good scratches!

He runs over happily to her with wings spread wide letting him glide with a few steps.

"Quirrrk! Quirrr!"

[iscaremonstrs]

Boo BEAMS at Puffy's obvious recognition. Once the two meet, she reaches out to scratch Puffy.

"HII, BURR! Goooooooooooooooooooooooood burr!"

Her favorite bird is always SO soft. She loves him so very much.

[space_puffin]

OoooOoooooooh.... scratches...

He leans up against her and croons softly.

Hello little friend! You're a good friend!

[iscaremonstrs]

Boo snuggle hugs Puffy, continuing her scratches and enjoying Puffy's soft softness.

"Hiii, Burrr!

Miss you!

Goooood burrr!"

Puffy may notice that Boo has a backpack now. Said backpack contains many things, including goldfish and other things that they had on their Epic Kitchen Adventure.

[space_puffin]

Which is something he smells.

Pushing under her arm he tries to check out her backpack. He can smell food... where is the food?

It's hidden... in the bag... Puffy's seen those before. Hondo has those. How are they opened again?

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin's at a table trying to write up suggestions for Chelsea with burritos and nachos.

The shiniest things around him are his pen and possibly his bronze hair, it has a sheen to it. He's noticed the bird but it seems kind of like the pixies, off doing its own thing.

[space_puffin]

Puffy's checking EVERYONE out. And everything.

You never know.

The bird vanishes for a moment, behind things. Pad, pad, pad, pad.... he's under the table now... and then hops onto a chair.

Then there's LARGE porg eyes staring at Quentin, the rest of his body hidden by the shortness of porgs. "Weeerrrik?"

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin drops his pen and jumps back in his chair, "Oberon's beard, you're quiet."

[space_puffin]

That is a Known Fact about porgs. Being ridiculously quiet when they want to.

He's dropped the shiny pen!

Quickly, Puffy is on the table and running for the pen. SHINY PEN. Perfect for his nest.

He may have stepped in Quentin's food as he crosses.

[heatherandsteel]

The bird is leaving a trail of salsa all across his notes, "What are you doing?"

[space_puffin]

Bah. He should be happy that Puffy isn't dropping other things onto the notes.

PEN!

He grabs the pen in his mouth and having gotten it gives Quentin a SMUG ASS look.