[The reaction, rather strangely, is not the least unexpected or disturbing to Daisy. It's been seen before since Grunts are the nearest thing to Prinnies in her world. With the hilarious abuse to boot.
She peeks up, firing a few rounds as if they were clay pidg-- disks. One of the birds is unhappy at being catched by the phoenix, hence why it flails wildly.]
It's a cave for now, and I don't see my notes anywhere.
[Or her fridge, or her couch, or her bed, or her desk, or her coat-hanger... These stupid birds could've brought the armor here only because it was shiny.]
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She peeks up, firing a few rounds as if they were clay pidg-- disks. One of the birds is unhappy at being catched by the phoenix, hence why it flails wildly.]
It's a cave for now, and I don't see my notes anywhere.
[Or her fridge, or her couch, or her bed, or her desk, or her coat-hanger... These stupid birds could've brought the armor here only because it was shiny.]
Let go, dood!
I can't imagine what kind of world has them.