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๏นโ a shrug to question,
head lolled up to break free
from annoyed simian's grasp. straightening posture to cross
arms over its chest.โ ๏น
nothing too important from
what i can rememberโ ื โ gee..
i must be lacking memory.
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(Another growl. This bird just LOVES to do this, doesn't he? Never changed after all these years, still that annoying little prick)
ๆ่ชชไบๅฅ๏ผ
(He questions in Chinese, eyes narrowing at them. They should learn to listen or else)
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๏นโ they aren't done pressing
buttons; even if their speech
lacked. appearing more muffled,
they didn't tempt to pull away. or
snap at the hand that shut beak,
either.โ ๏น
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๏นโ appendage that grabs beak
catches them off guard, feathers
puff up along the back of neck in
confusion. hard blinks. raising an
eyebrow. comparison earns a frown.
wukong of anyone.แฃ seriously.แฃโ ๏น
much appreciated feedback.
... mihou.
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(He's quick to grab them by their beak, shutting Peng up as he pulls them down closer to him)
You're not. In fact, you're even worse than Wukong was. You don't see me laughing, do you?
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infact.. i doโ ื โ i like to think i'm
one of a kind; absolutely hilarious
if you will.
๏นโ oh.. they're getting a reaction
out of him; tail feathers do a little
wiggle with glee. hopefully, it goes
unnoticed. for now.โ ๏น
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(Celestials, he despises this so much. Why did he even have to check on them? They're fine, he should just leave)
Wow, you think you're so funny, huh, bud?
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๏นโ swiftly pulling claw away.
a glare with squinted gaze, beak
clenches shut to stop themselves
from snapping.. or well. squawking.โ ๏น
mm.. okay. mihou. oh, sorry.แ i
meant, macaqueโ ื โ don't like your
own name.แฃโ ๏ผโจ๏ธ
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It's just Macaque. Only that.
(Smacking their hand away now, physically rearing away now as he rubs his chin a few times)
Very few have the permission to call me that and you are not among them, Peng.
/ / i like to think peng melts from chin scratches.. y'know; because birds like those.. and peng is a bird; so they purr and all from this.. #projecting it's 4AM.
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it's your name, no.แฃ huh.. what
are you going to do if i call you
it again, hm.แฃ
๏นโ they're full aware of macaqueโs
discomfort for touch; yet.. it's a
habit. they're usually the touchy
type. so excuse 'em.โ ๏น
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(His ears twitch in annoyance at the laughter, a small growl leaving the simian. But he would've let it be, even ignored the touching... if it wasn't for that NAME)
Do not. Call me. That.
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๏นโ a snicker, alongside with
soft laughter. leaning forward,
one claw atop of hip; the other
extending forward so talons slip
beneath championโs chin. lifting
head upward.โ ๏น
too afraid to apologize, mihou.แฃ
it was over nothing, too.
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If you didn't hear it the first time, maybe you didn't need to hear it.
(Arms crossing, annoyance clear across the undead shadow's face as he stares up at them now. Stupidly tall bird...)
I won't be saying anything a second time.
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no. no. you definitely said
a certain sโword. perhaps
you'd like to say it again.แฃ
๏นโ they're rather curious now,
standing upright. lifting chin high
to glance down upon the other.โ ๏น
i didn't quite.. catch that.
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