02-20-2017, 06:44 PM
[align=center][div style="background=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: auto; font-size: 8.6pt; font-family:verdana; text-align:justify; line-height: 1.4; width: 500px"][color=black] if someone were to use the whole bird's wings analogy, they probably would have no idea where mirtillo sat when it came to clipped wings or non clipped ones. maybe it was that he had one clipped and the other not; hell, it seemed more obvious if it was that. because honestly, all mirtillo did was fly in circles.
certainly not in a wholly negative way, of course. the young man knew that he had it better than most people here. but when it came to decision making, or things that sat along the line of being selfless and selfish, he was always chasing his own gosh darn tail end! so maybe not flying in circles, but hey, he needed to relate to the other in some way, right? mirtillo wanted to be friends with everyone. that's how he survived this long. he didn't sit up in a tree, with his wings folded to his side as he waited for others to get to him. mirtillo was a bird that tried to help other birds, and hoped to god that he didn't get taken advantage of.
because mirtillo was too small and weak to fend for himself. at least fully.
the acrid smell of cigarette smoke was the main reason that he even showed up anyway. he had been walking through the streets, making sure he kept his distance from the people that particularly hated him and stayed on the sidewalks when the smell that entered his nostrils. honestly, it was like getting hit with a brick wall of tar; at least to mirtillo. he had scrunched his face up then, screwing his eyes closed for a moment as a very childlike anger bubbled in his stomach and rose to the back of his throat. "golly!!" his light and cheery voice had a not so intimidating edge to it, and he twirled around, stomping over to the source of the smell. he swore that he was going to give a firm talking to that numbskull of a smoker he knew!
"brother! what did i tell you about smoking-"
oh. wait. that wasn't his brother.
jesus, he was embarrassed.
a bright red flush would take over his face and he would let out a noise akin to a mouse getting stepped on. shifting clumsily on his feet as he tried to steady himself. "oh- geez-" he seemed awfully flustered. extremely flustered, for that matter. "excuse me!!"
he probably looked really, really dumb.
"a-ah.. sorry!!! i-i'm mirtillo..." his sentence trailed off into nothing as he grew even more nervous, his gloved hands wringing together out of habit. "you must be reading something awfully wonderful, yes? you s-seem very interested...."
//this post is a mess fml pfdknfkj
certainly not in a wholly negative way, of course. the young man knew that he had it better than most people here. but when it came to decision making, or things that sat along the line of being selfless and selfish, he was always chasing his own gosh darn tail end! so maybe not flying in circles, but hey, he needed to relate to the other in some way, right? mirtillo wanted to be friends with everyone. that's how he survived this long. he didn't sit up in a tree, with his wings folded to his side as he waited for others to get to him. mirtillo was a bird that tried to help other birds, and hoped to god that he didn't get taken advantage of.
because mirtillo was too small and weak to fend for himself. at least fully.
the acrid smell of cigarette smoke was the main reason that he even showed up anyway. he had been walking through the streets, making sure he kept his distance from the people that particularly hated him and stayed on the sidewalks when the smell that entered his nostrils. honestly, it was like getting hit with a brick wall of tar; at least to mirtillo. he had scrunched his face up then, screwing his eyes closed for a moment as a very childlike anger bubbled in his stomach and rose to the back of his throat. "golly!!" his light and cheery voice had a not so intimidating edge to it, and he twirled around, stomping over to the source of the smell. he swore that he was going to give a firm talking to that numbskull of a smoker he knew!
"brother! what did i tell you about smoking-"
oh. wait. that wasn't his brother.
jesus, he was embarrassed.
a bright red flush would take over his face and he would let out a noise akin to a mouse getting stepped on. shifting clumsily on his feet as he tried to steady himself. "oh- geez-" he seemed awfully flustered. extremely flustered, for that matter. "excuse me!!"
he probably looked really, really dumb.
"a-ah.. sorry!!! i-i'm mirtillo..." his sentence trailed off into nothing as he grew even more nervous, his gloved hands wringing together out of habit. "you must be reading something awfully wonderful, yes? you s-seem very interested...."
//this post is a mess fml pfdknfkj
listen to the whistle through the wind and raindrop.