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.]

Comments

you started it

[subsultive]

When we return to Naraka, we're going to take back the Manifest. [His voice is-- it's almost calm, almost neutral. He's just stating a fact.]

don't start this again

[dogboy]

[How unnerving. It makes him feel a little less confident, a little more jittery, but he tries his best not to let it show.]

S-Says who? Lady Mathias'll crush you!

you started it!!

[subsultive]

I won't let her. We're going to get back the Manifest and Mathias isn't going to hurt anyone anymore. [His voice is hard at first, but softens as he goes on.] I know she's done a lot for you, Chien, and I won't undermine the happiness she's given you, but she's also hurt a lot of people and I'll never trust someone like her.

nu huh!

[dogboy]

[He hesitates, thinking about his Lady Mathias and-- doing something like that, and shakes his head. But there's the littlest seed of doubt he's crushing under heel.]

That's not right. She... She wouldn't without reason! A good reason! Like how I have to keep fighting you traitors because you don't want Utopia!

look.

[subsultive]

[He's-- not sure how to respond, shifting awkwardly on his feet and trying not to let his frustration show.]

... I'm sorry, Chien. [...um...] My offer's always open, but I guess you'd feel better in the woods, right?

at yourself!

[dogboy]

[... Nodding, he would thanks a ton for that observation.]

I'm not living where there's all these humans. And don't come looking for me or anything, because you won't find me.

in a mirror

[subsultive]

Then you know where to find me if you need anything, I guess. [Shaking a little and pursing his lips at the jacket.]

yes you

[dogboy]

[-- Speaking of which he's going to toss it back at HIS FACE fuck you.]

nno you

[subsultive]

[Catching it-- wait wait but.] Chien, please! Keep it!

you

[dogboy]

I'm fine! I'm leaving to find my brothers. [Yup taking off good bye Luca--]

no

[subsultive]

Chien!

[...he folds up the jacket neatly and lays it against the tree. if Chien wants it, he'll come back for it, but as it is Luca'll head off for home and wish the best for the dog boy.]