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Nov 11, 2018 15:25:43 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2018 15:25:43 GMT -6
Some people feed ducks. Some people feed pigeons. Sususmu feeds crows.
"All right now, ya greedy lot, come get yer feed," Sususmu grumbles as he chucks a handful of shelled, unsalted peanuts at the flock—or murder, as some call it—of scrawny black birds fringing the courtyard. They scrabble and squawk at the nuts, at times clawing at each other with their talons. Wildflowers are torn apart underfoot. "Stop that, idiots. Yer all makin' a mess."
Not that he's one to talk. As Sususmu perches on the edge of a courtyard bench, blood drips from various parts of his body onto and through the wooden slats, reddening the soil underneath. A mint-green watering can repurposed as a food bucket is at his side, packed full with peanuts. "Had to shell all these for ya," he says, though none of the crows are listening. "Took hours. Ya'd better be grateful."
He throws more peanuts. Despite his grumbling, Sususmu seems almost affectionate toward the flock, though of course he'd rather die than admit it.
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Nov 12, 2018 20:35:11 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2018 20:35:11 GMT -6
Though Sususmu seems engrossed in his task, he's well conscious of the older boy who has stopped to watch the flock (and him, if his paranoia has anything to say about it). The boy looks human, but there's no telling with the kinds of people at this academy. Still, he's on guard. He doesn't like humans and he doesn't like creatures shaped like humans. He waits for the boy to scare off the crows, or make a snide remark, or otherwise do something nasty befitting a human.
But he doesn't. He's quiet and respectful, and his expression remains neutral. Sususmu's starting to wish that he'd move along, though; he's feeling awkward, waiting for the boy to do anything, say anything. So he does something he'd ordinarily never do to a stranger: he calls out to him.
"Hey," he says, raising his voice loud enough for the boy to hear, fixing his odd red-rimmed eyes on him. "Wanna feed 'em or what?" He rattles the watering can. Peanuts clatter.
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