ISKRA
The silly birds remain on their perches, not seeming to mind the variety of scram being tossed at them, or the ones around them that fall to it. They say ignorance is bliss, but Iskra isn't entirely sure ningos have the capacity to feel much, just hardwired to eat, shit, and annoy.
"Deal," Iskra grins in response to Deimos, not caring what the points are for (nothing most likely). Not that he needs much motivation to continue to try to scatter the dimwitted doves, but the promise of some all the same adds an extra edge to the sling of his arm as he fields another small stone towards the group. The larger ones, the ones he's afraid might kill the things or damage a window if he's not careful, those he tosses out of the bucket and into the borders they're securing. Goose is relentless in his own attempts, spinning in circles on the ground as his gaze is locked above.
Iskra scatters more stones and aims again at the ningos with a pebble.
"Deal," Iskra grins in response to Deimos, not caring what the points are for (nothing most likely). Not that he needs much motivation to continue to try to scatter the dimwitted doves, but the promise of some all the same adds an extra edge to the sling of his arm as he fields another small stone towards the group. The larger ones, the ones he's afraid might kill the things or damage a window if he's not careful, those he tosses out of the bucket and into the borders they're securing. Goose is relentless in his own attempts, spinning in circles on the ground as his gaze is locked above.
Iskra scatters more stones and aims again at the ningos with a pebble.
It's hard to tell the truth when you lie to yourself
Always give too much of you to someone else
I'm talkin' to you now like we're old friends
It'll never be too late to start again
Always give too much of you to someone else
I'm talkin' to you now like we're old friends
It'll never be too late to start again
