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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[dogboy]

Yeah, yeah, whatever. I don't need any of your pity though, so just go away.

[He'd be residing in one of those wayward pines. The trees with the comfortable holes in them. Don't need your stupid houses.]

[forgiatura]

[ — that's something that hits a chord with him and he goes into a full-blown frown at that, though he'd like to pretend he doesn't. ]

It ain't pity, alright? Just tryin' to look out for a friend.

[ That's it. He sticks his hands in his pockets, lets his lips even out, exhales long before taking another step back. ]

[dogboy]

[What a case these two are.]

I'm not your friend!

[Though he likes that Spada's retreating. So he stands and continues to hold his ground.]

So quit trying to act like I am! The only thing in common we have is that we're both Avatars, but that's it!

[forgiatura]

[ They have no idea — ]

Yeah, yeah, I got it. You don't wanna accept help from us 'cause you're convinced we're the bad guys. [ hum. ]

Just don't get yourself killed, you hear?

[dogboy]

[Chien's better at protecting people than Spada there's a difference--]

You are the bad guys! I don't see why you can't accept Lady Mathias's Utopia and stop lying about her!

[forgiatura]

'cause it's a lie, dumbass! She's trickin' you but you're too busy nippin' at her heels to realize it.

[ Oh, he was trying to avoid that. ]

[dogboy]

[oh hell no you did not]

You liar! Lady Mathias would never do something like that! Someone like you can't understand because you lived a good life with a family! Lady Mathias is the only one who protected me, who believed that our cursed births could be something greater, and who wants a world for us! Just us and no one else! No one to hurt you or just use you or anything! [Sorry hold on this struck a bad nerve okay especially since he just finished talking to you losers about his Utopia and all back on Galpos. May or may not be having a shaky voice by the end of all this, if you tell him he'll deny but it's true.] It's a better world she wants!

[forgiatura]

[ Yeah, he picks up on that shaky voice and he realizes he needs to cool it because this isn't going to go anywhere and he knows that, and combat is the absolute last thing he needs here.

But there's something about that speech that strikes a bad nerve with him and he keeps his voice stern and calm, the way Ricardo would do it, when he answers with a tight-lipped frown (it's concern, promise). ]

Don't go assumin' you know everythin' about a person.

[ That counts for Mathias and that counts for his assumption about a good life with a family, too. ]

[dogboy]

[He really cannot express how much Arca helped him. Even if, in the end, they're right (which they're not!) he's thankful to have someplace he can call a home with other Avatars.

He's still pissed as hell, but he moves behind the tree and climbs it expertly, watching him from the branches. This'd be a good spot to attack from if needed, even if it's a little obvious. He'd spit on the other if he didn't remember the sting of those swords so well.]

The same goes for you.

[forgiatura]

[ It's inconvenient having to crane his neck up to talk to him while he's up in that tree, but he tries it anyway so long as he's talking to him.

He doesn't like talking about debts, but this is something he feels he should at the least mention. ]

Listen, I owe you. So if you decide you need somethin', or you just stumble 'pon the house one day or somethin' ... you only gotta ask, hear?

[ He'll leave as soon as he makes sure Chien's got that. ]

[dogboy]

[... Owe him? This guy - one of the people who was against Arca - owed him?

Yes he is quite suspicious.]

... Whatever. [He'll watch Spada go too. Keeping in mind that "owe him" thing and all. Maybe he could put it to use.]

[forgiatura]

[ Then he can break into a grin at that. ]

Take care of yourself, Chien.

[ Tipping his hat and off he goes. He knows this is a losing fight so he'll leave him to it. ]

[dogboy]

What does he care anyways... [Muttered, but it's not like Spada'd be able to hear it anyways since Chien says it after he's out of sight. Whatever, he's gonna traverse the trees and find a place to stay.]