[When he sees Reynir smile up at him, looking sleepy and bright and happy, Onni's feathers fluff up a little more and he swivels his head, looking away from that too-bright grin for a moment. When Reynir promises not to pet him this time unless he wants to be petted, Onni makes a little huff and shakes his feathers out, still fluffed out around the ruff of his neck.]
Mm. Don't do it like last time.
[And while Reynir is joking with just a hint of seriousness, Onni isn't saying yes or no directly. He gives himself another little shake, and then swivels his head back toward Reynir, watching as he shifts a little, looks up at Onni with that little dog shifting in its sleep near where Reynir was lying before.
Even in owl form, he's feeling a little under the weather, his body sore and tired, and he's glad that he chose the owl form instead of his usual form, to rest.]
I wasn't lying. I'm less sick than you are. I'm like this so I don't get worse.
[A slow blink, and he tilts his head a little, still fluffed up.]
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Mm. Don't do it like last time.
[And while Reynir is joking with just a hint of seriousness, Onni isn't saying yes or no directly. He gives himself another little shake, and then swivels his head back toward Reynir, watching as he shifts a little, looks up at Onni with that little dog shifting in its sleep near where Reynir was lying before.
Even in owl form, he's feeling a little under the weather, his body sore and tired, and he's glad that he chose the owl form instead of his usual form, to rest.]
I wasn't lying. I'm less sick than you are. I'm like this so I don't get worse.
[A slow blink, and he tilts his head a little, still fluffed up.]