
ââFineâ!? I feel like shredded fruit!â Songbird wheezed out at Cello, one hand clutching at his heart while the other was draped over his eyes. Like everyone else, he was treated with those rare but highly-effective potions the Queen so thoughtfully gave, but what he didnât know was that an overdose of the stuff would leave him with a splitting headache.
âShut up, you big oaf! Get away from me or Iâll rip your hair out with my teeth!â The item hunter bolted up from the couch and yelled at a nearby pair of partygoers who were being a tad too noisy for his tastes. Though they glared back at first, Songbird pulling his sleeves up and preparing to jump over the chair to brain them urged the two ladybugs to leave at once. âGah, pathetic weeaboos,â He grumbled and sank back to his place beside Brandy, at once deflating from angry Thugbird to something that looked more like a limp noodle.
The past week saw him go through an astonishing amount of mood swings, from all-consuming fury that more or less scared the poor nurses away (he sent the lovely dears a present to apologize for his behavior) to ⊠well⊠weeping his eyes out over the slightest of things. Songbird recalled crying over how
tired he was, which was a âminorâ side-effect of the health potions, and waking up Brandy who had been stationed in the next cot. The entire night, his reasons for letting out the waterworks went from aforementioned exhaustion, Martiniâs colorless tail, Lesleyâs (lack of a) hand, two of the humans dying, the stupid pink-haired hobbit appearing out of nowhere and stealing the witchâs heart, Brandy expending too much stamina to make that shield layer, the crappy hospital food, and finally how he didnât like how a certain nurse always smelled of milk.
Celloâs next suggestions were left unanswered until the topic swerved to the USB. The cat also decided to pat him on the head, which knocked his hat off and gave Songbird the opportunity to look around. Ah, the pomp everywhere was so irritating. He was probably the only one who didnât give much thought to his clothes since he just reused the ensemble he wore on the Queenâs first (?) welcome party for the humans. âUgh, thatâs good. That Falkner woman could take care of things. Thanks, Cello,â The nobody muttered back and was about to lean against the couch again when he noticed Harper rising from his seat.
That kid didnât look so-
"Songbird, if it isn't my favorite item hunter!" The voice was shrill and excited.
"It's good to see you again," a Nobody with beautiful hair in all sorts of colors appeared by their table and she beamed at both the guides and humans.
"Darling, it's been far too long. Brandy, would you mind I borrowed the adorable pumpkin for a short dance." Her eyes sparkled at the thought.
"What do you say, Songbird?"AAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Songbird clutched at his heart again and he fell back against Brandy. Thankfully the bunny covered for him and even made up a proper excuse. âYeah, thanks for the offer, Mona. Um⊠Crepesterâs right over there, by the way,â He nodded over to the opposite direction and the colorful nobody squealed before bouncing off, completely having forgotten her previous offer to him. Being an item hunter had its payoffs because you know who liked who and itâs perfect to use as extortion material.
âThe way you look right now, itâs like youâre the one asking me for a dance,â Songbird sighed as the woman finally left and grabbed onto Brandyâs hand to get up from the couch. âThanks. I should go check on that kid, though. Give me a few, okay?â He jerked his thumb at Harperâs direction before patting the bunny on the shoulder, and when he turned away he bumped into Leila with his bad arm.
Ack.
âSsssssssssssshhhh-orry!â Songbird blurted out and steadied the girl, casting a meaningful glance at Brandy over the top of her head, and then left. They were both quiet people so they should be fine⊠Maybe. Ahhh, if all else fails Cello can intervene.
Harpurr- er,
Harper had seated himself a ways off from the center of the party. To be honest the boy looked just as colorless as Martiniâs tail despite his extravagant clothing, and despite his angry spiel at the humans Songbird could feel himself getting sad too, just donât get him near that spear guy. He racked his brain for a way to break the ice since the poor dear just seemed so out of it but conversation was never his forte, and without realizing it the item hunter backtracked to what may have caused Harper to lock down like this. He wasnât sure since he was stuck inside his hospital room and stayed in his home once he was released from the clerics, but considering what the Lost Souls have been through it was possible that he was like this thanks to that run-in with the witch.
Songbird sighed and sat down beside the boy.
Heâd probably not hit Songbird since he knew the nobody was wounded⊠Right?
âAight kid, câmere,â The item hunter cleared his throat and pulled Harper over for a hug.
Ohhhh hairless catbus this was awkward, why did he think of this. âItâs not your fault. And Iâm not telling you to get happy once I tell you this, because itâs fine for you to get sad and grieve and all that. What I just want to say is you gotta pick yourself up eventually, you canât let the sadness eat away at you, but thereâs no rush, okay?â Songbird said haltingly, still not having warmed up to the role of a big brother figure, âUh, I mean it
thatâs what youâre thinking about. If not, then⊠er⊠just assume this advice is for future things you might encounter in your life.â