The Ink Spot, Sunday

[theworst_verine]

Well, his boss(?) was still a parrot. Or this parrot was doing a super good job at pretending to be a person who was turned into a parrot and Flint wasn't even around anymore.

Which seemed like the more sane option, honestly.

But Logan was in the shop nonetheless, praying no one wanted to buy any books today. Not unless they only had cash. Because he still had not and would not figure out how to use the card machine. It had dust on it, so he was fully under the assumption this was just what Flint would have wanted.

[open, of course]

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[fears_no_one]

Flint was still a parrot. Flint was super annoyed about being a parrot. Glare, parrot, glare.

[theworst_verine]

"Don't squawk at me," Logan grumbled, looking up from a very boring, very informative book about parrots. "I didn't do this shit to you."

[fears_no_one]

Flint looked Logan in the eye, then let out a deliberately loud and annoying squawk. You weren't the boss of him, Logan.

[theworst_verine]

Logan narrowed his eyes at the bird. That was right folks, he'd gotten into a staring match with a small child, a cat, and now a bird.

Things were going great for him.

[fears_no_one]

Flint was not going to poop on Logan's head but there was a look in his eye that said he might've if he were a less person-y parrot.

He let out one last squawk and flew off towards the cash register. Majestically, like a bird that knew what he was doing!

At least until he turned back into a falling naked person who crashed onto the ground behind the counter.

"Son of a whore!"

[theworst_verine]

"Well, I guess they weren't messing with me then."

Logan was such a caring person.

[fears_no_one]

"Fucking fuck this shit."

Thank you, Flint.

[theworst_verine]

"Didn't expect to turn into a parrot, I take it?" Logan said, snagging a jacket that someone might have left there to offer to him. Might have been Flint's. Who even knew?

[fears_no_one]

"Who the fuck expects to turn into a parrot?!" Flint demanded, putting the jacket around his waist.

[theworst_verine]

"Apparently it's a thing here." He was graciously not commenting on the parrot thing. "According to Kitty at least."

And she probably wouldn't lie to him.

[fears_no_one]

"I hate it," Flint said, getting up off the floor.

That was a lot of freckles on display.

[theworst_verine]

Cool guys don't look back at explosions and also don't react to a little nudity between friends. (Were they friends? Debatable.)

Logan held out the jacket for him without much reaction. Because these things happened.

"Join the club."

[fears_no_one]

"Are there meetings?" Flint asked archly. "I don't enjoy meetings."

[theworst_verine]

"If there are, I'm not going."

Because then he'd have to open up or something. Hard pass.

[fears_no_one]

"Then it's the sort of club I could be a part of," Flint said. He hiked the jacket around himself and with as much dignity as he could muster, informed Logan, "I'll retire upstairs for a moment."

And find trousers.

[theworst_verine]

"Take your time," he replied dryly.

Logan wasn't looking, but you know, he had eyes. And clearly he was making sure he could take Flint in case of a fight. Mostly.

[fears_no_one]

Flint would take all the time necessary to go through his two sets of clothing and figure out the cleaner ones! (So...five minutes.)

He came clattering back down the stairs, properly attired, and said, "I'm fucking hungry."

Polite people would add a, "Would you like anything while I'm out?" Flint just blinked at Logan instead.

[theworst_verine]

He fed you seeds and nutritious fruit! What more did you want?

"Go to the pizza place, the guy owes me free food for dealing with his brother."

Oh please, Gray barely even ogled.

[fears_no_one]

None of that sounded like rum, Logan.

"Who's his brother?" Flint asked.

[theworst_verine]

"Little blond kid." He was actually older than you, Logan.

[fears_no_one]

Flint frowned in thought. "What'd he do to you?" he asked carefully.

Did he call you a eunuch too, Logan?

[theworst_verine]

"Hit on me." Did that even translate? Eh, not his problem. "Then asked if I was a eunuch."

Which involved a squinty look at Flint. Because clearly that shit was his fault.

[fears_no_one]

"Unless there are two assholes asking about people being eunuchs," Flint grumbled, "his brother owes me pizza, too."

[theworst_verine]

"Yeah, not sure what's up with that."

Look, you couldn't hit on grumpy, murderous DILFs and not know how to take the rejection until you succeed.

[fears_no_one]

"I didn't stab him," Flint said in a way that seemed to asking for praise for that.