[ stop, this shouldn't be funny... but it kind of is. ursula's sheer horror at her own instincts is almost endearing.
would be, if there weren't a nagging feeling in the back of his head that he was being preyed upon. luckily, it seems he's in a little more control of his actions. ]
Pawing at me, I think? [ amadeus runs his palm over his own feathers to see what, exactly, the big deal is. ... they're pretty soft, actually. ]
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would be, if there weren't a nagging feeling in the back of his head that he was being preyed upon. luckily, it seems he's in a little more control of his actions. ]
Pawing at me, I think? [ amadeus runs his palm over his own feathers to see what, exactly, the big deal is. ... they're pretty soft, actually. ]