isleofavalon | [closed] spring cleaning, not in spring ❄️

Nnh— [ He just told him everything Sasara is likely to ignore. ] Mff...

[ Thump. The sound of his head hitting the couch, pillow-less. Rosho said a whole lot of things, but nothing that's likely to have passed through his filter! Vacuum the floors, dust all the shelves, clean up the fridge, scrub the toilet, laundry, dishes... ah, and probably take out the garbage. Teh! He and Rei stayed up well further into the night to celebrate—~~maybe if they hadn't there'd be less to do~~—his only plans, to sleep it off, are disrupted that way.

Even so, Sasara stays as he is, mumbling his displeasure against the seat cushion, his remaining comfort-- WHACK 💥 He shoots up, sitting. ]

O–OUCH!! Rosho...! [ And rubbing the back of his head, all unreserved misery on his face. ] N-ngh... [ 😢 ... They've got the fairies and Sasara's ability to survive in the same environment as a cockroach. Plus, if Rosho cleaning means he's gotta help, he really doesn't want to. ] Ya don't gotta do it, ya know!?

[ Maybe if he rattles that empty head around with a few more whacks of the pillow, Rosho will unlock some hidden sense of responsibility cluttered by jokes and puns. Highly unlikely though. That's all Sasara keeps in there. But that isn't going to stop Rosho from lazing the day away when there are things that could be done! ]

Think of how much of a disaster it'd be if we didn't do all the things we don't have to?

[ Mundane chores and errands, things you don't have to do but could do. Rosho imagines they're all nuisances in Sasara's mind but to Rosho they're integral parts of his life, and if they're dating, well then he's just going to have to accept they're part of his life too.

Rosho drops the pillow down onto Sasara's body with a bit too much extra force, a loud fwump as it hits. He's going to flatten him onto the couch if this keeps up. ]

Take some responsibility once in a while. Thats your duty as an adult! But not only that—

[ He points an accusing finger in Sasara's face. ]

This is our house, which means we are gonna clean it. Ya hear?!

[ While Sasara seems to give the statement some thought, he really doesn't. Teh! He pays good money to have someone else clean, or whatever the traders took for the plate of brownies!!

Why did they even buy these big, heavy pillows!? Sasara goes down beneath it. And then throws himself back onto the couch to respond completely un-adult-like to Rosho's call of shaping up to his age. Pounding his fists into the seat and kicking his feet, he'll have his little tantrum just like a kid not wanting to clean his room. ]

I don't wanna! I don't wanna! I don't wanna—!!

[ Until he rolls off, down onto the very floor that's in desperate need of a sweep and a mop with a final thud. Ouch... again!

While he's probably only seconds away from his partner dragging him out like a horror movie killer, though, barely recovered from labor injury, Sasara thinks he suddenly sees something under the sofa. It's behind a mound of dusk, sure, but-- ] A-ah, h-hold on!

[ There's no doubt in Rosho's heart that he loves Sasara dearly. However, there's nothing stopping him from killing him right here and there. ...well, there is, and that would be having to clean out the blood from the couch and the floor, and he has enough of a mess to take care of already. The easiest thing to do at this point would be to throw this child throwing his tantrum out the window. Let him go be lazy out in the cold and away from the house. Annoying, he's so damn annoying and Rosho's just pissed off now! ]

If you're not gonna help me then you can go ahead and leave for the whole day! You're not gonna be anything but a nuisance!

[ As is already proven with Sasara burying his face under the couch to search for who knows what. He bets its not even anything, probably just a beer can or a candy wrapper, or worse, they've accumulated dust bunnies again. Rosho's this close to kicking his ass. ]

Don't change the subject!! Get out!!

[ Rosho reaches down to grab Sasara by the collar and drag him up off the ground. ]

[ Sasara still hasn't recognized his fault with the dust bunnies– Ahem! Ya see, Rosho didn't make him! ~~And probably even if...~~ At least, ya know, he's probably sweeping some of the dust under the couch, in that mix of struggling to reach what he spotted and Rosho pulling on him. ]

W-wait!!

[ Is his argument against Rosho's ire. Sasara has no idea what he's found and, now, touching. It's smooth and almost round—and as for throwing it under the couch, he doesn't remember. His fingertips slip off when Rosho's finally got him for good, but it's almost like the thing wobbles back into his hand. It's enough to grab it for real! While he doesn't realize his own instinct to have it, either, Sasara finds his determination satisfied just in time of being put on his feet roughly. ]

Eh-heh! Look– [ Immediately, he puts the orange and blue speckled egg in the center of Rosho's vision, just about right up to his face. ] That thing was under there!

[ He points back to the sofa... in a way of: "See, I'm helping clean up!" Fat chance!! But he did get it out. Though, only after shoving it up his partner's nose is when Sasara takes another look at it. The excitement in his voice ~~of saving his own ass~~ mixes with a little bit of confusion quickly. ] Err, well... ain't it strange!?

Edited (different sasa-noise) 2022-01-03 16:25 (UTC)

[ Its like struggling with a cat that doesn't want to go in the bath, there's lots of ~~squeaking~~ yowling too. Sasara doesn't exactly have much strength as opposed to Rosho but he sure is making this a trial, and for what, some trash he must have found under the couch. Somehow he seems to manage to grab whatever it is that caught his attention (which is a mystery as to how because his eyes are always closed) as once Rosho gets him up on his feet there's some sort of thing shoved into his face. His head recoils as he lets Sasara go. Give him some space, he doesn't need these glasses to actually see or anything! ]

What kind of... eh?

[ Its a distinctive shape, pretty easy to identify, but the problem is the color and... what are those things sticking off of it, dangling from the bottom? Is this a toy? Some lost decoration Sasara managed to fish out? But it looks like an egg. With legs. And a hideous color palette. Reminds him of something rotten, orange and blue spots, like something left in the fridge for way too long.

He doesn't like it at all. ]

Its not just strange, its kinda gross... we should throw it away.

[ Every day Sasara doesn't spill the truth about Rosho's glasses should be considered sort of a miracle. After all, he does enough of babbling out secrets, and mostly to people who shouldn't concern themselves with it, opposite those who wanna know. But look!! He's gotta take a good look!

Sasara has also noticed the legs hanging off, but they don't seem to alarm, nor bother him. And the color palette...? Well, ya oughta love your ~~kids~~ eggs just how they are! ]

Huh!? [ It's not his, though. ] Ain't it yours? It's an egg, ya see! [ Meaning... Rosho's got kind of a history that Sasara is all too sure to be implying.

But with that sorta response, he yanks it back, holds it close. ] A-a-ah, don't toss it, Rosho...!

[ How can you threaten an innocent little egg like that!? The chirping noises it makes are too subtle underneath Sasara's volume, but they go straight to his heart. ] Hold on for a minute! I'll get something to put it in.

[ Or more like, hold it. Rosho doesn't get much of a choice to do so, though, as Sasara thrusts it into his hands just as vigorously as the opposite before. He's gone just like that too. Immediately, there's more noise in the kitchen—the harbinger that there'll be one more place to clean up—before he comes hurrying back to the sofa with a basket... or a bowl. ]

Edited (you ARE the father) 2022-01-04 12:01 (UTC)

[ Maybe one day they'll both realize how stupid they are for encouraging the glasses look for so many years, but its like a gay memento at this point, so its here to stay.

As Rosho nearly recoils once the egg is thrust into his hands, he nearly drops it, feeling all gross and icky while its in his hands. Its so repulsive that he nearly misses the comment about where the egg came from in the first place. ]

Ah—! Dumbass, how's it mine?! I'm a person! Just because I can become a bird doesn't mean I lay eggs!!

[ He's male, Sasara! They're going to have to include something about birds in their next documentary night. Before he's able to push the egg back into Sasara's hands though, he goes zipping away, leaving Rosho distraught and still peeved as he stands there awkwardly. He's got the egg in his cupped hands, staring at it like its some filthy rotten thing he knows he needs to throw away asap. And yet the longer he holds it as he waits for Sasara's return, the less bothered he feels. Its still weird, but its so small, and... the legs are kind of cute. They kick a bit against his palms and it startles him. It moves? But he can't figure out if its a toy or an actual living thing yet.

Rosho's so occupied with staring at it he doesn't even look up at Sasara's return. Keeping it in one hand, he pokes at the shell with a finger, and the legs kick again as it wiggles. ]

Is it alive?

[ Keep them on, or else not just everyone else but Sasara will figure it out about Samatoki. They don't need a crisis like that right now when they're just newly parents!

The bowl he comes back with is plastic and doesn't look comfortable at all-- such is the thought as he ~~unquestioningly~~ finds himself caring for the egg in Rosho's hands. And he better include a whole lot about birds, if he plans on that...! ]

Eh? W-well, since we did it recently I thought... [ ( Hehe!! ) Sasara looks all but shocked by his own idea. Boastful, almost. Teh! Maybe it's the memory of another place that plays into it. ] Ya see!!

[ Ya see... he oughta move on swiftly. Rosho calling out the egg's sudden movement makes it so. Sasara pokes it too and it does the same thing again. Now he's surprised, but curious rather than turned off. ] Ah!! It is! [ But if it ain't Rosho's, how'd it get in their living room? ]

Ahem... ya sure it ain't yours!? [ Yep! He's riding this one out till he gets bucked off! ]

[ As pointless as Sasara seems to be on how the conception of eggs seems to go, at least he knows that's the natural order of the reproduction process. Not that Rosho appreciates the assumption. His face goes bright red in both horror and embarrassment. ]

Shut up! E-even so, what kind of stupid thing are ya thinkin'? I'm telling you, I can't! I'm a man!

[ Sasara's lucky Rosho's too busy holding the egg otherwise he'd throttle him right about now. He's not going to let his stupid jokes make him think he's the source of this mysterious egg, animal magic aside. He'd know if he laid an egg! ...right?? ]

What'd ya get a bowl for?

[ Wanting to get done with the whole egg laying business, he looks at the bowl Sasara brought in. One egg, and a bowl. For what purpose? All of a sudden Rosho panics as he pulls the egg into his chest, holding it protectively. His attitude's done a total 180 now. ]

You, you're not gonna crack it open, are ya? We're not eating it!

[ Rosho getting so worked up is always hilarious, but it remains that Sasara has sorta convinced himself enough to carry on. Eh... like that, this egg is gonna be a half-orphan before it even hatches, though.

Anyway, it's Sasara's turn to be shocked! The way he waves his arms around defensively, the bowl might just about go flying across the room. The wail and cry of a cat rushing to get its kitten back in the nest. ] Me!? Ya wanted to get rid of it just a minute ago!

[ But as the bowl stays in his grip he holds it right under Rosho's nose, same as the egg, not to be missed. ] I wanna keep it safe, so put it in there!

That was only because I thought it was a toy.

[ Ignoring the fact that even if it wasn't and was a real egg, he'd still want to throw it out. But its clearly some sort of living thing, even in its shell, which means they can't get rid of it through regular conventions. Parental instincts have taken over for both of them, but Rosho's at least a little (or maybe a lot) more practical than Sasara.

After all, he's the one that knows more about how eggs are made than Sasara... ]

Ya can't just shove it in a bowl. Eggs need special accommodations. When you have one out of the nest, you need to incubate it somehow.

[ Don't just throw out Sasara's toys either! 😢 ]

Huh?

[ He knows enough to be funny about it, ya see. Slowly, though, Sasara gets the bowl out of Rosho's face again. "Special accommodations"... Hmm, he's thinking a little harder and that's what his expression tells too. Swaddling an egg, that seems finicky and complicated. Shove it in a bowl with some towels around it?? ] Like wrapping it up, ya mean?

[ And it chirps! Whether in agreement or protest-- ] Seems like it was fine sitting under the sofa, though! There's nothing special about that, ya know.

[ Throws out Sasara's squeaker. 🤪 ]

We don't even know how long it was under there in the first place. The legs are sticking out though. Maybe it was in the process of trying to hatch but gave up? Its a tiresome job, ya know.

[ Except he has no idea why only the legs are sticking out. How'd they get free and not the rest of the body? He sort of wants to tug on them, but that'd be dangerous. However Rosho knows that assisting a hatching egg doesn't help. They have to do it themselves.

He feels a bit helpless, unfortunately. Does incubating still need to happen even in the process of hatching? The video he saw on Yourtube never said anything about that. Hm... ]

If you're gonna put it in the bowl it can't just stay in there like that. We gotta keep it warm while we wait for it to hatch completely.

[ It'd be a big help if he could communicate with the egg somehow, but all its little chirps don't seem to mean anything to him. Maybe its too little to speak properly? Carefully, and a bit hesitantly, Rosho starts to hand the egg back over to Sasara. ]

[ Oh if only Sasara took to watching the same YT videos. Without that, his instinct is only helping the rest of those little legs along. Tiresome, he hears Rosho say. It's like ya oughta take on some of the burden, then. He touches one of the tiny feet sticking out.

His parental instinct kicks in just in the nick of time, though. Maybe the thing's ticklish, since it makes some noise again before Sasara drops his other hand. There's no doubt it is alive: it seems to nuzzle right up into Sasara's palm. And he likes the colors! ]

Well, what're you thinking?

[ What is he thinking indeed, seeing as Rosho's the only one who puts his brain to work between the two of them. Well, for the moment, he's thinking this egg is appearing a lot cuter than it originally was. Watching those little legs kick before it snuggles into Sasara's hand is ridiculously adorable. He feels bad for ever thinking about wanting to throw it out now. Poor guy, being all alone underneath the couch for who knows how long. It must've been cold too. ]

Don't rush me! Just, give me a second.

[ A couple of seconds to be more precise. Whats a good substitute for the warmth of a parent? Very little. They don't have one of those fancy incubating machines. Rosho's worried some towels or a blanket might not do the job, afterall, he has no real clue how this is supposed to work.

An egg needs to be laid on. That's just common fact. What is best at doing that? Birds.

And Rosho... oh. Well. ]

Maybe, I guess if I... I could sit on it. That might work, yeah?

[ A pause, moments of silence from Sasara never predict anything truly good. The gears in his head tick to figure what Rosho means, the same thing he first took to for joking in this case. But acting dense about the outcome serves his comedy better. ]

Teh! [ Feigning concern and offense, he puts both hands over the egg and puts it right close to his chest. ] Don't ya think you're too big and heavy!? You'd get stuck in that bowl, [ The thing must think he means it because its answering chirp sounds more distressed. ] and crush it, besides!!

[ Haha! Rosho getting his butt stuck plays right to his 3rd grader sense of humor.

A-ah... oh... their baby-egg is crying. ]

[ The timing of this impromptu routine is very much not appreciated both by their now very upset egg baby and this distraught new father who wasn't even looking to somehow fit his entire body onto a bowl in the first place. ]

How stupid are you?! [ Rhetorical question. ] Look what ya did, ya made it cry!

[ He'd give Sasara a good few whacks if he wasn't holding onto the egg right now, so Rosho can only fuss as he tries to soothe the little guy's worries. ]

No, its okay, don't worry! He's just making a really bad joke! I wouldn't hurt you or anything like that, I promise! [ He throws an angry glare at Sasara. ] What I mean is as a bird, I could sit on it, obviously!

[ Don't give him the air to answer that question-- ] B-bad!? [ Now the egg and Sasara are crying! ] Why d'ya always gotta say something cruel about it, Rosho!

[ If the egg wasn't in his hands, he'd grab his partner's shoulders and shake himself silly against him. Again, ~~so *sillier~~. ]

All right, all right!! I was just kidding! [ His tone isn't calming at all, but he sorta rocks the egg in his palms. Of course it isn't quieting down. ]

[ He did not sign up to take care of an extra infant. One at a time! The egg is obviously going to take priority here, but with the way things are proceeding Rosho's honestly at a loss on what to do. He knows how to handle teenagers but not much else.

Well, Sasara's clearly not doing much to help, so Rosho decides to go along with his own plan. In a poof he changes himself into his owl form, hovering in front of Sasara before he perches on his shoulder. One of his wings gives Sasara a quick whack upside the back of his head, giving him a series of urgent hoots. He stares down at the egg in his hands. ]

[ Rosho signed up when he said he'd duo, gotta read the fine-print. That thing's go this way, though... Sasara thinks he's too young to be a father, anyway! The feelings he's got for this little egg don't get much use in his vocabulary, ya see, so how to piece them together to make sense!? Or, more importantly, just not make a mess like this... ]

A-ah!

[ He can't even blink before Rosho transforms himself. That and the fact's still strange!! As much as he got to see it already, he's got to will himself to not just try and shrug Owl-sho off. ]

Teh—! [ His poor little head today... there ain't much left in it, be more careful!! ] Okay, okay!! Whatever you're saying! [ That's a new problem, though. ] Eh... put it in the bowl?

[ Instead of glasses you should have given him magnifiers. Well, just like Rosho can't turn back from this partnership, Sasara can't decline his temporary fathership. Don't be like Rei. They are here for this egg together.

Maybe he should have given a few orders before he became an owl, but turning back and changing again would be too tedious, so instead Rosho hopes Sasara can get the point from his gestures. Giving another hoot that technically means "yes", Rosho flies over to rest on the couch, extending a foot toward Sasara. His little taloned toes make a grabbing motion. ]

[ Fathership– for Rosho, it's more like feathership now, right!? Hehe!!

Well... he'll pick the bowl up from where it got left when his partner shape-shifted. He holds it out, an answer to Rosho's grabbing motion. The egg, having slowly ceased its upset within the new scenario, still kicks against Sasara's palms. ] Ya sure it ain't yours!?

[ He pops that one out, a big bold look of critique on Sasara's face as he's sizing up an owl. Birds lay eggs! ]

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How many times is he going to have to teach you this lesson, ~~old man~~ clown?! Say it one more time and he'll go scratch up your nice funny man suits!! Rosho's wings flap in agitation, giving a loud shrill screech. Just because he has a little beak doesn't mean it wouldn't hurt to be bitten! But if he attacked Sasara, the egg would probably get scared again. He's allowed to live another day.

Rosho rears forward to grab the lip of the bowl with his beak, giving it a tug, but obviously he can't get a good grip of something so smooth. Just put the bowl and the egg down and let him do his business already! ]

[ Just asking!! Ya know, for the third time or so! The threat is real, though, Sasara doesn't want anything scratched up by Rosho's owl-y claws or pecked at. He'll zip it, press his lips together because it's really that hard to not say another thing about the matter. ]

Ahem... [ Now what— oh, right, instead of just talking about the little egg he oughta do something about it. Seemingly able to regain some comfort in his hands, he almost doesn't wanna put it down, but he'll tell it: ]

It's fine, Rosho won't hurt ya!

[ So he does, so he does, all right!! Maybe it's just his imagination, but his partner's look as an owl does seem more stern, glancing back up. Sasara puts the bowl in the middle of the seat and the egg in it. It sits with the little legs stretched out. ]

[ You'll do whats good for you if you want to come out of this with your life intact, Sasara. Though if he mentioned the iffyness of Rosho's owlish expression he'd have a point. Its not like he can do anything about it though, they can't do very much with their faces, they're not people. At least the egg doesn't seem to have a problem with it. Sitting next to a huge owl would be a bit intimidating. But all it does is sit there patiently, the little legs wiggling side to side. Its so cute...

He'll have to take this nice and slow. First of all, he doesn't want to spook it if it doesn't expect to be sat on, and second, Rosho isn't exactly a pro at egg-sitting. There's the impulse to pat the egg for some comfort but he can't easily do that with his wings, so instead Rosho scoots in close to the bowl and then leans in to nuzzle it. He's still not sure if it can understand his speech as a bird, but he supposes he can just try.

"I'm sorry for the trouble we've put you through since we found you. But I promise, we'll take good care of you. You'll be safe here."

With a delicate little nudge of his beak against the egg shell, just a bitty bird kiss, owl Rosho starts to get into the bowl. He has some trouble at first, the smooth inside of the bowl not providing any friction on his feet, so he just sort of slides in right on top of the egg. His wings flap as he wiggles, trying to get himself situated, and its a bit uncomfortable at first to have the egg between his legs. How do birds do this so easily?! His feathers fluff up, but once he feels the egg won't budge underneath him, Rosho settles.

He looks up at Sasara and his eyes close, a look of contentment. See? Its fine! ]

Edited 2022-01-11 00:48 (UTC)

[ It totally seems weird, ya know, like in your gut... no, even in Sasara's head, ya see, Rosho being all feather-y and fluffed up like so. Even then, he's got that look— the kind that makes him know to zip it for real. ~~It's tempting, though!~~ ]

Err... [ What Rosho's saying, he wants to ask, not understanding any of the whistles and chirps. Then again, even if he did ask he would get the answer either, would he!? ] W-well, just hoot if ya need something...? [ Hmm, that wouldn't do either!!

Besides, those unnamed paternal feelings make him wanna be helpful, yeah? Ahem, not exactly in the kind of doing laundry and cooking sorta way—or go back to cleaning up, for that matter—just something to help take care. Something, before he can sit down on the sofa next to Owl-sho, the bowl and the egg. ]

Teh! That's not gonna do– [ He concludes his previous idea quickly. ] All right all right, one hoot for yes, two for no, yeah?

[ The downside to being a solo animal mage in a house. You'd think that with Rei's skills he could create something to help translate for him! But for the time being they'll have to figure out something else for communication, and Sasara surprisingly comes up with a pretty good solution.

Really, he'd like to tell him to just not worry about it and go find something else to do in the meantime... or he could just, y'know, sit next to him already. As much as Rosho likes just sitting here atop the egg by himself (maybe its the parental instincts? Or an owl's instincts, who knows) he feels a bit bad leaving Sasara out of the picture, and so Rosho gives a long hooot in response. ]

[ Ah... put that down on the list for weekend crafting projects! But, right, this'll have to do and it seems so. Sasara gets what Rosho's going for—and more importantly, he doesn't intend to keep cleaning on his own, at all.

He sits down, pretty close but somehow careful about not jostling the bowl, the egg and Rosho in it. Hands to himself, but he's obviously looking as he wonders. ]

Say, ya think it'll hatch another owl, in that case!?

[ Rosho, this is yours, ain't it!? ]

[ Very promptly, Rosho extends a wing and gives Sasara another smack, much easier with him closer. Its followed up with a firm hoot-hoot! Absolutely not, because he's not the one who laid it!

But then again... he still has no clue where the egg came from, let alone what'll hatch from it. As far as he knows it'll be a bird, or at least it should be a bird, but what kind of bird? I mean, it could become an owl after all. Then he's going to look awfully stupid for being so mad. Maybe he should've thought about that first. Rosho's feathers ruffle as he makes a series of sounds that technically is him talking, but obviously Sasara can't understand what he's saying.

After a moment Rosho lifts himself up and flaps his wings to help him hop out of the bowl. After taking a quick glance at the egg inside, noticing it hasn't seemed to hatch further, he starts nudging the bowl with his beak so he can move it closer toward Sasara. ]

Ow—! [ Okay, he won't ask about it anymore... for a while. He'll keeping thinking about it, though!

W-well, even if Sasara doesn't have a clue, the hooting is cute and thus he won't mind if it's another owl in that egg there. They'd keep it, right? With the bowl pushed against his thigh, he looks down at it again. ]

A-ah. [ Sasara spots the same thing. Inclined to nudge one of the little feet sticking out, he does so, and it's toes wiggle. The shell doesn't spring another crack, however. ] I suppose, if you're worried about it... but I don't think we've got anyone else to ask, ya know?

[ Who else is he even supposed to ask with help in taking care of this egg? Rei?? The man who abandoned three of his own kids? Think again. Rosho's feathers ruffle just at the thought of leaving the egg in that sketchy old man's hands. He'd probably try to cook it for sure. No, they're responsible for this little thing together, and Rosho doesn't intend to dump the care of such a fragile, defenseless creature on anyone else.

With a hop and a wobble before he fixes his balance, Rosho's careful with the way his clawed feet scratch at Sasara's lap, almost like he's indicating something to do with it. Eventually he sits himself down, picks himself up, then turns around to look at Sasara. He gives a few series of insistent hoots then sits in his lap again.

Put the egg here idiot! It'll be warmer with extra body heat. ]

[ But the three of them grew up, ya see...! Err, no, that's not an argument to defend him. While Sasara doesn't think Rei'd be making breakfast, though, he's also not seriously thinking about giving up the egg—suspicious origins and all, and who knows what's gonna hatch from it, if Rosho doesn't wanna say.

That said– he watches Rosho's little spiel with curiosity, unsure whether it's him being strange or just the matter being that he's a bird. ]

E-eh... what, ya mean...– A-ah! [ PIN PON! ] In my lap just like that...?

[ Err, no harm to fo(w)ul! And he even does it before Rosho pecks his fingers off. Then the egg sits there, on Sasara's skinny thighs, with its own legs stretched out. Both ~~parent and child~~ seem to ask: now what? ]

[ Lesson successfully taught. Leave it to Rosho-sen to be an excellent teacher. With the egg exactly where he wants it Rosho settles himself atop it with a fluff of his feathers, then sits upon Sasara's lap. He might be all bones and very little muscle but honestly its a pretty comfy spot for Rosho to be in.

In fact, he's dozing off pretty quickly. Now its time for some quiet nap time with the two of them and their egg. ]

[closed] spring cleaning, not in spring ❄️

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if sasara won't pay back the yen he owes how's he gonna deal with child support :/

haha...... 😅well, Anyway!

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