londoncallingrpg | OTA

Philip was a very busy bird.

No, King Philip, Slayer of Worms, was very busy and important bird. Arguably the most busy and important bird in all of England. ...At least according to Winter Wisp anyway. He was a very lucky bird as well, having managed to secure a happy nesting spot in the home of Sunny Nwazue, a witch he was very fond of, who had lots of shiny things to play with, and delicious foods. Winter had delicious foods as well, and a very ample tree, but pixies could be so loud sometimes. There was Fin the fae also, a fae the bird was happy to torment and bully in its free time- But most of the time if Philip was home, home was with Sunny.

Today he wasn't home though. He had a whole big city to enjoy after all, and while worms were fine and dandy, today he wanted chips. All the chips. Not out of a bin like some scraggy rook or seagull though. No, he was having chips off a plate.

Feeling bold, the plump budgie swooped down off the branch where he was currently perched and onto the table bellow. He perched right on the edge of the table, folded his wings- And then offered up his best 'I'm Cute' pose as he began to chirp a little song. And no, he wasn't begging or doing tricks! He was being charming, there was a difference!

(OTA. It's a weird EP! It's Philip! He's a birb friend of Winter and Sunny's! He can't talk, and he isn't magic. ...Probably. Maybe. No one's really sure about that. Don't worry though, you don't have to do a whole thread with Philip, eventually either Winter or Fin will spot him and join in, just let me know who you'd rather have via slack or email. <3)

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"Oh, so then you might be cussing me out right now, is that it?" Sunny asked, arching an eyebrow. "That's okay. I forgive you."

Then she turned her gaze to the pixie. "Hey, Winter."

Winter was still pouting a little, but he managed to find a smile.

"Hey Sunny. I didn't mean to bother you during lunch. ...Though I'm obviously not the first," he added, shooting Philip another little glare, which only prompted the bird to cheerfully imitate the sound of a car alarm.

"You're not bothering me," Sunny assured him. Even now that he was grown and taller than he was, it was impossible not to be a little soft on Winter. If not as soft as she was on Philip, for all that he could be calling her a motherfucker right now for all she knew. "You rarely do."

"Yeah? I don't know, I know I can be kind of a bother," Winter admitted with a small shrug.

"You don't bother me," she said again, firmly enough to indicate that she meant it but not so much as to argue. She smiled. "You're just not eating my lunch."

Winter wasn't even hungry, but he pouted a bit anyway as he watched Philip help himself to another chip.

"There's no stopping him, though," Sunny said wryly before she poked Philip in the tummy with a fingertip. "I think I should balance this out with some fruit later."

Philip squeaked at the poke, bouncing a bit before trying to nip at Sunny's finger.

"Philip gets all the good things," Winter whined.

"Philip needs more than potatoes and pizza in his diet," Sunny laughed, pulling her finger away to see if the bird would chase it.

Philip did just that, hopping and pecking at Sunny's finger.

"So do I! ...Probably. ...Actually, no, I like potatoes and pizza just fine," the pixie decided.

"Oh, not even sweets for you?" Sunny teased. Her eyes were on Winter, though her finger went in for another soft jab at Philip's tummy before darting away again.

"Maybe some sweets," Winter admitted, watching Phillip bounce and chirp as he continued to pursue Sunny's finger. "I don't like them as much as I used to," he confessed, sounding a bit distracted as he spoke, his attention torn between their conversation and the bird's antics.

Sunny gasped at that, even as she continued to pester the bird. "When did that happen?" She asked it half in play, not entirely noticing the tone he was using.

"I dunno, recently, I guess," Winter admitted, listening to Philip swear as the tiny bird launched a full on assault on the offending finger. ...A full on assault of little pecks and nips anyway.

He watched as the bird flapped his wings a bit, before diving forward and stealing another chip- A chip that was nearly as long as Philip himself and awkward enough that the plump budgie couldn't quite take off with it.

"Awww, I apologize and submit to your majesty's judgment," Sunny cooed, letting the bird attack her finger before she--instead of jabbing him again--stroked his tummy with her knuckle.

But even distracted, Sunny knew that a pixie that suddenly wasn't eating sugar was a weird thing. "Everything all right?"

Philip accepted the strokes, Looking extra fluffy while he continued to nibble his stolen chip.

"I don't know," Winter said honestly. "Maybe. ...I feel okay, just older or something. I ate a salad the other day, no one even made me. I just decided to have it."

OTA - Philip

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