i don't mind compassion
"I hope so. I'm the one holdin' this thing." There's a slight talking through his teethness to his speaking. Turns out that holding such a pesky little beastie is harder than it looks. He'll be alright though. Hopefully. Getting nicked by whatever part of this thing that's poisonous his the last thing he wants. Locke gives her another grin which fades quickly when the bird struggles under his arm. The struggling only gets worse when she starts to pluck the feathers from it. It gives a squawk and Locke makes a little noise back, trying to shush the bird.
"You almost done back there? I'd rather not get.. stabbed or whatever this thing does to protect itself." He's pretty sure it's already shit on him. That's fine. He was planning on dunking himself in the ocean when he got home anyway.
"You almost done back there? I'd rather not get.. stabbed or whatever this thing does to protect itself." He's pretty sure it's already shit on him. That's fine. He was planning on dunking himself in the ocean when he got home anyway.
just not on my dime
LOCKE
