Bezaliel just glared at Roy with all nine of their eyes.

Roy, the elder of this stupid excuse of a pack, announcing something so stupid? What? The Angel made a squawking noise that almost sounded like a scoff, flicking their tail around in quick annoyance until the whip-thin end made a whirring sound across the air. That was the importance of the announcement? That was why he told everyone to gather around? That’s why they were perched awkwardly on the couch? 

What use did Bezaliel even have for money? What use was this announcement? Bezzy had absolutely nothing when they first got thrown into a concrete box, not even clothing— the bird frankly had more in prison than out of prison. What would these people even return to them? A slab of concrete? The destroyed remains of the Seam-Ripper they tried so hard to make? The rotten meat of long-since-hunted prey? Back to the money— what use would they have for human earth money? Why not quality metals? Why not rods and sheets of good writing glass? Why not crystals that have been polished up? Bezaliel saw the pitiful pieces of paper in the past, and the tiny coins made out of entirely useless and common metals. What value was in that shit? To sum it up, not only did Bezaliel have nothing to be given in the form of possessions left behind, they literally had nothing to gain being here— why not reward them by just sending them home? 

The Angel hissed as they jumped off their perch on the couch and onto the open space in front of said couch, and they started angrily pacing, the talons on their zygodactyl feet furiously clacking on the linoleum. 

“WhAT? WHAT??” 

English was too hard to express their anger. What other option did they have but to rant? Surely at least one person would understand Kaleidos— they already knew Gate understood it perfectly, and they also assumed Roy had at least a basic grasp of it. 

“ꌩꂦꀎ ꂵꍏꀸꍟ ꀎꌗ ꁅꍏ꓄ꃅꍟꋪ ꃅꍟꋪꍟ ꓄ꂦ ꀭꀎꌗ꓄ ꓄ꍟ꒒꒒ ꀎꌗ ꓄ꃅꍏ꓄?? ꅏꃅꍏ꓄ ꀎꌗꍟ ꀤꌗ ꓄ꃅꍏ꓄ ꓄ꂦ ꂵꍟ? ꀤ ꃅꍏꃴꍟ ꈤꂦ꓄ꃅꀤꈤꁅ ꀤꈤ ꓄ꃅꀤꌗ ꌗ꓄ꀎꉣꀤꀸ ꉣ꒒ꍏꈤꍟ꓄! ꍏꈤꀸ ꅏꃅꍏ꓄ ꀎꌗꍟ ꀤꌗ ꌩꂦꀎꋪ ꅏꍏꌗ꓄ꍟꎇꀎ꒒ ꒒ꀤ꓄꓄꒒ꍟ ꌗ꒒ꀤꉣꌗ ꂦꎇ ꁅꋪꍟꍟꈤꀤꌗꃅ ꎇꍏꌃꋪꀤꉓ ꓄ꂦ ꂵꍟ?! ꓄ꃅꀤꌗ ꀤꌗ ꀎꌗꍟ꒒ꍟꌗꌗ! ꌩꂦꀎ ꌗꃅꂦꀎ꒒ꀸ’ꃴꍟ ꒒ꍟ꓄ ꂵꍟ ꁅꂦ ꌃꍏꉓꀘ ꓄ꂦ ꂵꌩ ꈤꍟꌗ꓄ ꒒ꀤꀘꍟ ꃅꍏꋪꉣꍟꋪ ꀸꀤꀸ! ꓄ꃅꍟꋪꍟ’ꌗ ꍟꎇꎇꍟꉓ꓄ꀤꃴꍟ꒒ꌩ ꈤꂦ ꋪꍟꍏꌗꂦꈤ ꅏꃅꌩ ꀤ ꅏꍏꌗ ꓄ꂦ꒒ꀸ ꓄ꂦ ꌗꀤ꓄ ꃅꍟꋪꍟ! “ (You made us gather here to just tell us that?? What use is that to me? I have nothing in this stupid planet! And what use is your wasteful little slips of greenish fabric to me?! This is useless! You should’ve let me go back to my nest like Harper did! There’s effectively no reason why I was told to sit here!) 

With that, the angry flashes of light painting Bezaliel’s face faded. They gave one last angry hiss before jumping back up to their cozy support beams.