oh uhhh i actually need money 4 food anyway o shit i mean ******for i didnt mean 2 send that 2 u Anyway should i come ovr? ill hold ur hand if its not sweaty
[ All Mista will get in response is some thumbs-up emojis, and about twenty minutes later, Narancia knocking at his door with a typically obnoxious call of his name. Upon opening the door, Mista will find he's wearing a much looser fitting shirt than usual, on the account of the fluffy gathering of grey and brown feathers around his neck. There are a few stray ones on his forearms too - the ones not covered by his usual wristbands, that is. ]
[ He muttered as he made his way to the door, something along the lines of yeah yeah but whether Narancia heard it was a different matter. He pulled open the door, staring for just a second before closing the door almost immediately with a snort.
Was this the first time he'd really seen him with so many feathers? Probably not. Was it the first time that he'd really noticed? Yeah, definitely. It took him a second to compose himself, pulling the door open again; stifling a little snrk as he took a step back.
Not a word, Mista, not a fucking word. Narancia was here to help him out, after all... ]
[ MISTA!!! The slander!! Narancia's mouth gapes open when the door gets slammed in his face, and is still wide open when Mista opens again, who looks clearly amused by his appearance. ]
Hey!! Quit laughing!! [ But it is true... he is fluffy. His feathers even bristle up a bit in annoyance, becoming fluffier than they once were. ] Did you think I didn't hear that? Huh?!
[ Don't mind him while he comes over the threshold like this is his own place, pointing an accusing finger in Mista's direction. ]
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