"What's wrong? You're acting like you've never had it before." Cael tilted his head, genuinely puzzled, like the reaction itself was the strange part.
Theodore was already running a thin stream of wind across his own face, trying to strip the liquid off before it dried into anything permanent. His bellus had retreated fully into his collar.
"YOU MEAN this is bird shit?"
"Bird feces."
"YES. BIRD SHIT." Arthur wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve, gargling water from the cup Theodore shoved at him a second later without being asked, both of them moving through the motions of damage control like they'd rehearsed it.
'What's wrong with you, Arthur? Don't you have something like this back in your world?' Vexis gestured towards Arthur.
Yeah. We have hot chocolate. Made out of chocolate. Not bird shit.
