Post by Deleted on May 5, 2013 21:36:53 GMT
His first day on the job, and he was already screwing things over. Things were different than they were back beside Shan Yu. For one, the time zone was horrendous. His internal clock still told him it was nighttime when it was really bright and sunny outside, and all he wanted to do was go back to sleep. Speaking of sleep, the beds were weird. He was fine with getting a few hours of sleep while perched atop his master's shoulder or on some random branch, but now this new body of his had to lay down on a giant bed that wasn't made of wool and hay like he had originally expected. It took him an hour just to get comfortable, and then he didn't want to get up in the morning.
There was also that dreaded alarm clock that continued to ring and ring until he finally scooped it up and chucked it at the wall. He would have to clean up the pieces when he got back to his house. At least he didn't have anyone living with him. That would be horrible. He also had to quickly get used to the concept of bathing. He didn't have to worry about that as a falcon. Just roll around in the snow and you'd be good. No, he had to bath in order to smell somewhat bearable, and he had to put on some sort of magic spray to make his scent even more tolerable to humans.
Oh, and let's not forget how late he was getting to work. He got lost five times trying to figure out the map those people in black and given him. Not even the quick tutoring session he had with his English teacher could help him figure out the labels, so he had to guess until he made the right turn. Now, after fumbling with tying the apron he apparently had to wear to keep his white shirt and black pants from getting dirty, he was finally ready to work. His job? Oh, he just had to help out with the birds. It seemed simple enough. He was a bird, after all. The only thing he didn't like was the rule against him eating anything. Hmph...
Narrowed brown eyes stared at the cages lining the wall before him. There were different sections for different birds--parrots, parakeets, finches, and other smaller birds. Hmph. No large birds. He would have been much more comfortable around falcons, hawks, or owls. Oh well. Beggars can't be choosers. Hayabusa tilted his head to the side, watching as all the birds in the cage he was standing in front of mimicked his movement. He tilted his head to the other side, and the colorful parakeets did the same. He took a step forwards, and they took a step back. He grinned. They seemed to acknowledge what he truly was. That bath must not have washed away all of the sakret scent off of him. Perfect.
There was also that dreaded alarm clock that continued to ring and ring until he finally scooped it up and chucked it at the wall. He would have to clean up the pieces when he got back to his house. At least he didn't have anyone living with him. That would be horrible. He also had to quickly get used to the concept of bathing. He didn't have to worry about that as a falcon. Just roll around in the snow and you'd be good. No, he had to bath in order to smell somewhat bearable, and he had to put on some sort of magic spray to make his scent even more tolerable to humans.
Oh, and let's not forget how late he was getting to work. He got lost five times trying to figure out the map those people in black and given him. Not even the quick tutoring session he had with his English teacher could help him figure out the labels, so he had to guess until he made the right turn. Now, after fumbling with tying the apron he apparently had to wear to keep his white shirt and black pants from getting dirty, he was finally ready to work. His job? Oh, he just had to help out with the birds. It seemed simple enough. He was a bird, after all. The only thing he didn't like was the rule against him eating anything. Hmph...
Narrowed brown eyes stared at the cages lining the wall before him. There were different sections for different birds--parrots, parakeets, finches, and other smaller birds. Hmph. No large birds. He would have been much more comfortable around falcons, hawks, or owls. Oh well. Beggars can't be choosers. Hayabusa tilted his head to the side, watching as all the birds in the cage he was standing in front of mimicked his movement. He tilted his head to the other side, and the colorful parakeets did the same. He took a step forwards, and they took a step back. He grinned. They seemed to acknowledge what he truly was. That bath must not have washed away all of the sakret scent off of him. Perfect.