1st Bark [Action] because who can read anyways journals are useless etc

[dogboy]

[With the influx of New Feathers, no one's probably noticed this boy rolling on the ground trying to bite his wings. In the snow. With only those bare amount of clothes. And failing. S'hard being a human.

Once he finds out he can't though, he's reduced to being cold and miserable and sticking by the edge of the forest near the school because he sees all these humans and does not want to interact with them, so obviously the best way to go about this is to wait until it's not so light outside and then go look for someplace warm. And to stay away from those people. Yes, perfect.

The journal's pretty much abandoned beside the tree he's pressing against in some effort of being warm there is a reason he has never gone any place cold in his canon and that is because he is 1. under-dressed for it and 2. from a tropical island. Good luck trying to talking to him or anything though, because he's pretty distrustful of anything remotely human.]

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[isolating]

I'll explain later. Just take it.

[dogboy]

[Pfft, fine. Going back to pick it up and following the weirdo again.]

[isolating]

[GOOD and soon enough he's bringing Chien over to House 46!]

[dogboy]

[Well good. Eying the place a little suspiciously, outside and inside, like he's expecting some sort of trap.]

This is pretty big for one person.

[isolating]

I told you I had housemates, didn't I?

[dogboy]

[That implies he was listening to half of whatever you were saying before.]

How many?

[isolating]

Five.

[GOSH CHIEN LEARN TO LISTEN.]

[dogboy]

[HAHAHA LISTENING HAHAHA

HA]

This has enough room for... [... Wait how many is that. Uhhhhhhhh-- fuck forget it he doesn't want to deal with adding right now.] That many plus you?

[isolating]

Yes.

[dogboy]

[Pretty big, he guesses. Not really used to sleeping indoors even with Lady Mathias's protection.]

That's too many people.

[isolating]

Not comfortable with that?

[dogboy]

[Headshake. He's definitely better in the forest, but he's got some pride in him.]

It's just one night.

[isolating]

...All right, then.

[dogboy]

Where am I sleeping?

[Show him to his room dammit. He'll be out most of the day after that and probably sneak in when everyone's asleep, get some shut eye, and then get out of there before whoever lives here knows he's here. Hopefully.]

[isolating]

Either you share a room with someone or sleep on the couch.

[dogboy]

[He will take the couch then, tossing the book down beside him and half-brooding. Taking help from this guy, augh. He's rude and mean and called him an idiot. And stuff.]

That all? I'm going to go back out if so.

[isolating]

Unless you intend on cutting yourself off from the rest of the village, you should keep the book with you. You can use it to talk with everyone else.

[dogboy]

I've got better things to do than to talk to other people. [Liiiike gather information from a certain group of individuals. Not that he exactly understands the whole talking to people through a book thing, but he doesn't want to see your face anymore.]

But I'll keep it just in case.

[isolating]

[...SIGH.]

Well, do what you want then.

[dogboy]

[Which'll be sliding the journal beneath the couch and standing to go out. He'll pause at the door though, a little hesitant, and finally mutter something as he leaves.]

Thanks for the shelter.