[ the squeal from day is undeniable, cheery and happy and weirdly staticky, thanks to a sudden buildup of static and white noise in his vocoder. his winglets flutter in excitement, his optics practically sparkling at the possibility of adventure.
and it's an adventure with a possible buddy, no less! his winglets flap in the water, stirring the currents they were in. ]
You want to join me on this? [ he points to himself, like he wants to be sure about this. ] Really?
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and it's an adventure with a possible buddy, no less! his winglets flap in the water, stirring the currents they were in. ]
You want to join me on this? [ he points to himself, like he wants to be sure about this. ] Really?