[ falco hasn't gone the simple route in helping around. he had already told ange, and he and oscar were going to get a coop set for the chickens as a surprise for ruby. there was much to be done, and he knew he could help, whether it was with odd job tasks, simple go-tos or fetching, falco would do so. when size mattered, he'd press the wumbo button, and out would come the four-legged thing that resembled a flightless bird. a very sharp one. he could carry more than a single person could, he could lift, hold, scale and much more— and falco was generous with his time. when he felt he was going to exhaust himself soon, he would come out.
until there, he seemed okay. a bit tired, and pale, but he was responsive, chatty, and well enough to convince others of the opposite. when drinks are served, he felt his dry lips ask for a sip. water, juice— it didn't matter! it was welcomed. ]
Thanks, Peter.
[ he smiles softly and gratefully up at peter as he takes the cup in his hands. everything should have seemed fine— and it would've been if peter hadn't been facing him for the next three seconds. in an alarming instant, a trailing dribble of puke green stains falco's lips in a rather sudden roll from his nose. both nostrils bleed, and before he could even react to the wetness, it pummels to his shirt. he thinks he's dropped some of his drink and simply laughs, sniffs, tries to wipe—
peter!!!! and maybe paimon later??? or with??? we shall see
until there, he seemed okay. a bit tired, and pale, but he was responsive, chatty, and well enough to convince others of the opposite. when drinks are served, he felt his dry lips ask for a sip. water, juice— it didn't matter! it was welcomed. ]
Thanks, Peter.
[ he smiles softly and gratefully up at peter as he takes the cup in his hands. everything should have seemed fine— and it would've been if peter hadn't been facing him for the next three seconds. in an alarming instant, a trailing dribble of puke green stains falco's lips in a rather sudden roll from his nose. both nostrils bleed, and before he could even react to the wetness, it pummels to his shirt. he thinks he's dropped some of his drink and simply laughs, sniffs, tries to wipe—
it keeps dripping. ]