(parrot chooses not to answer again, doesn’t want to. this is ridiculous. but all he can do is let it happen, his feathers puffed, jagged—stressed. he has to bite down on his instincts to force them into relaxation—or as close as he could possibly get,
⠀ (⠀ the door shuts quietly behind him, for a second he contemplates placing a block before it—⠀ but that would add skepticism.
he decides against it.⠀ attention turning back to parrot.
yeah. of course i’d tell you.
(parrot’s eyes don’t wander for long, eventually only staring down at his hands resting palm-down, right above his knees. the smaller wings behind his ears subconsciously hug closer to his face.)
(parrot scoffs, shoulders tightening, otherwise unable to become defensive like he always had in the past. it would be useless. frustration creeps up just as easily as hesitance comes back to bite him—wifies continuing to read him like an open book setting an uneasy feeling
⠀ (⠀ and follow, he does.⠀ as always, seemingly never too far from parrot—⠀ even when out of sight.
he's getting giddy at the thoughts already, but patience has always been key.⠀ so he swallows the bubbly feeling.
ideals of the greater good seem so far out of his grasp, still he reaches for them, fingertips brushing against it. bringing it closer and closer.
he glances at wifies, can’t find them fitting into the equation. not this wifies.
(parrot stands and stares at wifies for a passing moment longer, wordless and expression bare before brows furrow. what else can he say?
he decides to turn away instead, starting back towards the house. it offers no more comfort than the artificial biomes around them,
⠀ * !!⠀ oh?⠀ are you finally starting to see what i'm talking about?
you know i'm only doing this to protect you.⠀ (⠀ immediate window to do what he always does, those surprisingly he shuts up quickly after that's said.
but it’s…better, if nothing else.
he won’t answer or affirm, won’t look behind him to make sure wifies is following. he knows they are. it used to be reassuring—he’s not so sure of that now. his head pounds with the effort of thought to times before,
(parrot would like to believe that this is just another attempt at a semblance of normalcy. even as dread begins to churn deep in his gut, he nudges it aside.)
let’s, uh…go back to the house at least.
to think about what you’ve been telling me. (parrot tacks on at the end, like it fixes or really even means anything. admittedly, it Is hard to think when he’s so sure he feels wifies’ eyes burning a hole in his back at any given moment.
⠀ (⠀ he'd waited patiently then, never pushed—-⠀ a time before everything..⠀ fell.⠀ before wifies realized what was important.
before they'd realized parrot isn't safe on his own.⠀ and lesser safe with others who aren't Him.
not that he would ever relent to captivity—not wholly. no amount of thought could change that after all this time. a gilded cage is a cage all the same. for now, though, he will play along, although they both know his acting skills fall short.)
alright. fine.