[There's surprisingly little Alarmed Rustling from whatever it is on his head - there's actually a soft chirp, and the Whatever lets itself be grabbed without trying to escape. It's very soft!
[ well, even with the lights off, flat can try to make out the outline... he places the little thing on the palm of his hand, bringing it down from his head. it's hard to hold a little critter and write on the wall, but flat has always been a specialist in multitasking. ]
I hope that they were happy like that... I mean, Jack and I had a lot of fun together! I just thought that form made me look the coolest, like a spy...
[ but the lightbulb turns on in flat's brain when lethe mentions making the bird. could it be-- ]
Maybe you came to life? I know that there's many stories that go like that. Pinocchio, for example.
[ he'll give the little bird a very gentle pet with a finger. the compliment doesn't go ignored either, but there's nothing more that flat can say to that. thinking about what-ifs is not his strong suit in the least.
...
oh, right. ]
Do you think that, if you turn the lights back on, you can stay as a bird?
And there is still a bird in hand. A small, feathery bird that is covered in a flowery pattern instead of standard plumage... matching the patterns of the whistle Flat found in the cup.
[ flat grins, happy to see lethe in...some sort of form.
with a hup he stands back up from the floor, and he pulls his hand up closer to view the little bird closer. after a minute of inspection or so, he lowers his hand and is still beaming down at lethe. ]
It's good to see you in person-- wait, does this count? It's not being rude, right? Since you're a bird.
[ flat seems delighted with lethe's comment. he stands up, but doesn't go to open the door just yet, as he starts looking for any drawers to shuffle through for stuff. ]
Do you think we'll find something here? Like a hint for your true identity?
I apologized, though, so I'm not sure why he's still angry... [ hmmm... ] But, don't worry. If he's mad at us, then we'll just apologize. It'll be okay.
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anyways, flat's not afraid, so he'll try to grab whatever's shuffling on his head with a gentle grasp. ]
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The lights are still off, though.]
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[ well, even with the lights off, flat can try to make out the outline... he places the little thing on the palm of his hand, bringing it down from his head. it's hard to hold a little critter and write on the wall, but flat has always been a specialist in multitasking. ]
bird on head! lethe!
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Hello.
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[ wait. ]
Lethe?!
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[Another gentle peck to his hand!]
I didn't know I was going to be... this.
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[ ...
he'll just slide down to the floor to make himself comfortable. ]
But don't be disheartened. Maybe this is just, like, a piece of you?
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[…]
I also don’t think birds are supposed to be able to talk like this?
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[ hehe! ]
I mean, do you think you can possess anything else?
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[Hm. Lethe The Bird takes a moment to think.]
I don't think I'm possessing a bird? I think I made it, so that's different, right?.
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[ but the lightbulb turns on in flat's brain when lethe mentions making the bird. could it be-- ]
Is this one of the clay animals?
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[There's a moment of consideration, Lethe shuffling a bit in Flat's hands.]
Maybe? I'm not sure, but I don't feel like clay? Though it's not impossible, is it?
[Lethe is not very helpful, unfortunately.]
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[ he'll give the little bird a very gentle pet with a finger. the compliment doesn't go ignored either, but there's nothing more that flat can say to that. thinking about what-ifs is not his strong suit in the least.
...
oh, right. ]
Do you think that, if you turn the lights back on, you can stay as a bird?
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[Lethe chirps a bit.]
I think I would stay here, just like this.
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[ with that said-- ]
Okay! If you could please turn the lights on, that'd be great!
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And there is still a bird in hand. A small, feathery bird that is covered in a flowery pattern instead of standard plumage... matching the patterns of the whistle Flat found in the cup.
Lethe chirps a little song.]
Hello, again.
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[ flat grins, happy to see lethe in...some sort of form.
with a hup he stands back up from the floor, and he pulls his hand up closer to view the little bird closer. after a minute of inspection or so, he lowers his hand and is still beaming down at lethe. ]
It's good to see you in person-- wait, does this count? It's not being rude, right? Since you're a bird.
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[It's hard to get a good look, but Lethe does seem to twist as if doing an inspection.]
I think it counts, if a bird can be counted as a person. Or can only humans be persons?
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[ flat says this with full confidence. ]
As long as you think that you are a person, then you are one. No one can take that away from you.
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[The confidence does seem to be pretty convincing, though, considering the way Lethe bobs.]
In that case, I will be a person who looks like a bird.
[a birdson,]
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[ flat seems delighted with lethe's comment. he stands up, but doesn't go to open the door just yet, as he starts looking for any drawers to shuffle through for stuff. ]
Do you think we'll find something here? Like a hint for your true identity?
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[Though they're content to sit there as Flat rummages, though there's not much to be found in the drawers.]
Maybe the men who came with you have found things? I know one of them didn't like it when the lights went off... Will he be mad at me?
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[ well, there's nothing to be found. what about the shower, if there is one? could there be a hidden body there? ]
If anything, he might just be more mad at me. But he's been mad at me since I betrayed him during that Saturday event, so don't worry about it.
[ he says this with some pride, actually. ]
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Lethe settles back on his head.]
You betrayed him? What has he done to wrong you?
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[ listen, at least he's honest? ]
I apologized, though, so I'm not sure why he's still angry... [ hmmm... ] But, don't worry. If he's mad at us, then we'll just apologize. It'll be okay.
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