[ She looks so silly with all those bows in her hair, arranged at random. It puts a smile on his face, though he tries to hide it by keeping his face straight. (It's not very effective.) ]
You look ridiculous.
[ The little bird settles on Altria's head again and starts picking out one of the bows, prompting the drifter to snatch the bird off her head in displeasure. ]
Not this time, you little pest. Can't escape now, can you?
[ the little bird squirms in his hand, chirping pitifully. ]
no subject
You look ridiculous.
[ The little bird settles on Altria's head again and starts picking out one of the bows, prompting the drifter to snatch the bird off her head in displeasure. ]
Not this time, you little pest. Can't escape now, can you?
[ the little bird squirms in his hand, chirping pitifully. ]