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So I come home from school, right? And Scroffy is sitting on the edge of my balcony, rather close to his dish. I walk into my bedroom, and he stares pointedly at me through the window. "Cooo! Cooo!" he says, and I respond in kind, only much louder.
I can hear his birdy yelling growing in volume, and my sound effects likewise pump up the decibels. I throw in the "woop woop woop" sounds designed to summon him to the window ledge, but he stays put, singing away. f00 joins me, and I stick my right hand out the window and he sticks his left one out. We start clapping these hands together and cooing like mad. We have a wonderful cacophony of cooing and clapping, but then I hear something else. It sounds like laughter. Is Scroffy laughing at me?
No. He isn't. It's my neighbours. They're all dressed up in formal clothing taking pictures of one another on the adjoining balcony.
I go outside to give Scroffy some birdseed, and the neighbours very carefully look everywhere but in my direction. I smile at them, but they are meticulous in their avoidance techniques. It's not safe to garner the attention of the obviously insane. I shrug and pat Scroffy as he eats, chatting with him as if the neighbours aren't there.
I know they're afraid of me--me and my demon familiar, Scroffy.
I can hear his birdy yelling growing in volume, and my sound effects likewise pump up the decibels. I throw in the "woop woop woop" sounds designed to summon him to the window ledge, but he stays put, singing away. f00 joins me, and I stick my right hand out the window and he sticks his left one out. We start clapping these hands together and cooing like mad. We have a wonderful cacophony of cooing and clapping, but then I hear something else. It sounds like laughter. Is Scroffy laughing at me?
No. He isn't. It's my neighbours. They're all dressed up in formal clothing taking pictures of one another on the adjoining balcony.
I go outside to give Scroffy some birdseed, and the neighbours very carefully look everywhere but in my direction. I smile at them, but they are meticulous in their avoidance techniques. It's not safe to garner the attention of the obviously insane. I shrug and pat Scroffy as he eats, chatting with him as if the neighbours aren't there.
I know they're afraid of me--me and my demon familiar, Scroffy.
