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( clyde doesn’t even hesitate this time. he explodes into motion, feathers flaring in all directions. he does a quick, frantic circle around iguazu, squawking loudly, half-shrieks, half-trills, both excited and starving. his tail smacks a chair, sending a small stack of fabrics tumbling, and he hops onto the edge of the counter briefly before darting down again, claws skittering on the floor. he chirps sharply, head bobbing, then pecks at the plastic bag. a loud squawk escapes him, feathers puffed, wings half-spread, as if yelling: “feed me! i am very very hungry! you cannot ignore this!” he spins back around, nearly bumping into a shelf, lets out a tiny trill, then tilts his head up at iguazu, eyes wide and pleading, tail feathers bouncing with every impatient step. chaos incarnate, with a little hunger. ) 

[@feathrflaunt]
            
                 He halted in place at the sound of chirping followed by the low , pathetic growl of a stomach.  The plastic grocery bag in his hand crinkled as his grip tightened — he’d picked it up to return the favor after Clyde fed him when he was starving.  Iguazu turned his head toward the prowling figure , brows lifting just slightly.  “ Unbelievable , ”  he muttered , exhaling through his nose as he gave a faint shake of his head.
            
                 It wasn’t that he was unimpressed.  Just . . .  caught off guard.  This wasn’t exactly what he expected to walk back into.  “ So what’s this for ? ”  he asked.  “ You trying to show off again ? ”

/ any plsss

/ !!@headbringer

O.o

 / don't worry about it, love! <3 
            
            [diana sat on her knees, level eye with the wound at his side and gently lifted his shirt just enough to see the depth of the gash — it was bleeding profusely and it was a miracle he was even conscious, let alone alive. 
            
                   there was no hesitation, in what diana did next. reaching out, she covered the deep gash with her hand, gently pressing her palm against it and apologized when the male cursed and hissed in pain.]   “just hold still for a moment, it won't take long — just breathe”
            
                   [ she hadn't done /this/ in quite some time, and she silently prayed that it worked as she pressed her palm just a fraction more against the wound — and then it /happened/, a soft glow emitted from beneath her palm.] 
               / oh thank the gods/  [she thought to herself]
            

[@localnymph] /    sorry for a late reply.. </3
            
                 Iguazu groaned under his breath , eyes rolling as he shuffled closer before dropping into the chair with a careless thud.  Standing clearly wasn’t happening anymore.  He slouched there , breathing out hard , then pulled his hand away to show the blood smeared across his palm from the wound at his side , flinching despite himself when he shifted.
            
                 “ Yeah — it fucking hurts , ”  he muttered.  “ But I’ve had worse.  This ?  Could be a hell of a lot uglier. ”

ㅤㅤ[ unfazed by the bitter bite of his words, diana softly blinked at the male, blue eyes gazing at him with a certain level of pity — he was wounded and in pain, that much as true and instead of reporting back with her own  venom, she opted to let out a soft sigh and pull out a chair for him ]   come, sit please — let me take a look at your hand

@headbringer 
            
            “ i could see that you have a short fuse .. ” he said , smirking lightly . “ that’s a mere compliment to me ~ got anything better ? ”

[@DECElVING]
            
                 Iguazu squinted at the demon , irritation written all over his face as his glare hardened.  “ Oh yeah ?  And what else can you see , huh ? ”  he snapped.  “ Creept bastard. ”

@headbringer 
            
            “ it means that is what my eyes could see before you even opened your mouth . ” the demon stated , amusement dancing on his lips as his white irises remained fixed on the being before him .

it used to. ( he admits, his demeanor as casual as it always seemed to be. his tone is calm despite the heaviness of the subject, expression solemn yet stoic. ) but now, it motivates me. it urges me to.. be the best version of myself. ( he let out a slow exhale, ) i appreciate your understanding. i don't believe i ever got your name, though. 

[@feathrflaunt]
            
                 That admission hit him sideways — he hadn’t seen it coming at all.  The last of their kind . . .  yeah , that was bleak , lonely in a way that set his nerves on edge.  He exhales slowly , jaw tightening.  “ Well , damn . . .  that’s rough , ”  he mutters , surprised to feel a flicker of sympathy for once.  “ Living every day knowing you’re the only one left ?  That’s gotta wear on you. ”  After a brief pause , he nods.  “ Alright , I got you.  I won’t tell a soul. ”

well, i appreciate that. ( he nods once, head tilting in a way that is unmistakably curious and instinctive, animalistic even. ) you know, i'm the only one of me left. for that reason, i'd prefer you not mention what i've shown you to anybody. ( his gaze found the other's, baby blues locking onto him, ) humans will kill me for my feathers; they'll slice my head off and sell parts of me. you really musn't tell a soul. 

“give that to me, you crazy man. this is not a freaking toy. and even if it were— have you never learned not to touch things that aren’t yours?”

[@killershades]
            
                 “ What the hell’s wrong with what I’m doing ?  This is perfectly fine — normal for me , actually. ”

/     !

/ PLSS.

/ ! hmm, perhaps something chaotic. 

mine's better than any storebought. ( he states, matter-of-factly, before dumping a generous portion into the male's palm, carefully ensuring none spilled. ) ta-da. enjoy. 

[@belittlings]
            
                 Iguazu leans forward , setting his water bottle down.  “ Trail mix ?  Yeah , toss some my way . . . ”  He holds out his hand.  “ It’s been a minute since I’ve had any of this. ”

thanks. ( dev settled there, grabbing a small bag from his pocket, ) want some trail mix? made it myself. 

[@yngstfame]
            
                 “ What’s with the / constant / need to remind me you’re loaded ?  You’ve said it , like , a dozen times this week already.  Yeah , I get i t— congrats.  It’s old. ”

i work /very/ hard, for your information. my career is important to me. i just happen to also be rich! 

[@yngstfame]
            
                 “ Why’re you such a spoiled little brat ?  I swear , you rich kids are all the same — soft , loud , and used to getting everything handed to you. ”