"Twenty-sixth," Desmond repeated. His lip curled at the sensation of raw bone forming in the joints...a bit gravelly, a bit like congealing scabs. So "quite awful" didn't begin to describe it. "Well Merry Fucking Christmas, this will be one hell of a new year."
He rolled an apple towards him, taking a large bite of it as he eyed Shaun. "You're not worried? I'm pretty sure mockingbirds get eaten a lot. Or...I don't know. I can't exactly read anyone's minds in the Animus. Do Avians sometimes...think like birds, too?"
It was healthy to be afraid of people like Altair and Ezio on principle. Never mind if the passerine types were edgy around them on instinct. If Shaun was going to end up being edgy around him because of this bullshit, he didn't think he could stand it. He was already dreading how the change would handle his throat. Shaun sounded like a bird enough when he slept; Desmond didn't want to end up eating the same words he'd teased Shaun with.
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Date: 2015-02-24 09:59 pm (UTC)He rolled an apple towards him, taking a large bite of it as he eyed Shaun. "You're not worried? I'm pretty sure mockingbirds get eaten a lot. Or...I don't know. I can't exactly read anyone's minds in the Animus. Do Avians sometimes...think like birds, too?"
It was healthy to be afraid of people like Altair and Ezio on principle. Never mind if the passerine types were edgy around them on instinct. If Shaun was going to end up being edgy around him because of this bullshit, he didn't think he could stand it. He was already dreading how the change would handle his throat. Shaun sounded like a bird enough when he slept; Desmond didn't want to end up eating the same words he'd teased Shaun with.