waitsforever | ||4|| [Accidental Video]

[Bound to happen eventually, the feed goes on and it's accidental video. Rory's sitting on his and Amy's bed in the TARDIS, just finishing up buttoning a plaid shirt. There's a barn owl on the bed beside him, doing a little bit of hopping and fluttering of feathers to stay upright as his weight on the bed shifts.]

--if it has to do with something Underground...I guess we'll find out eventually.

[The owl speaks. Its voice is female, but sort of Rory-like all the same.]

Not necessarily.

Yes, alright, maybe not.

You need to stop procrastinating. You should be writing this down and trying to work it out properly.

Are you lecturing me? [He gives the owl an amused look.] My own soul.

Exactly.

...good point.

Are you done now? I want to perch.

Yep, go on, done, don't...hold on too tightly.

[The owl flap-flutters to get herself onto Rory's left shoulder and then does a bit of a walking settle on it and fluffs her feathers.]

That's fine, right?

Yeah, I know, you don't have to be smug ab-- [He cuts himself off to put a hand to his chest, looking a bit concerned. A pause, and then suddenly he hunches back a bit, his face contorting, rather, at the sudden wave of pain. And then his owl, shortly after, startled by the sudden pain, digs her talons into his shoulder.]

Aaaaa! Don't--aahh-haah. Get off!

[His owl extracts her talons and Rory leans slightly to pluck her off his shoulder with his right hand and set her back on the bed, putting his hand to his shoulder straight after (the fabric of his shirt's starting to get a bit of a bloody patch) and holding it there as he hunches over. His owl looks nervous and concerned.]

Sorry. Oh no, really, really, sorry, that one was really bad.

Yeah. [Rory nods, and then stands up.] We better go see if that sort of...sick bay area's in the same place.

[Still holding his shoulder, he comes over to pick up his phone carefully with his free left hand and the feed ends.]

[ooc: ...Rory's daemon would have brown text if I was on a computer. As it is, she's italics. Cursed! Also, ghost pains! Isn't he lucky!]

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I was talking about your claws. I never said anything about taking your beak off.

I catch my food. How would you like if I took off your fingers?

[Amy nods and crouches down by Fiona's side, offering her arm to the owl.] Hop on.

[Conall makes the first move, running up Amy's arm and over her head to settle on her shoulder, leaving the other one free for Fiona. Fiona flutters and settles on Amy's shoulder, her feathers just touching Amy's face and Amy can't resist running a finger over the owl's breast, just to see if the feathers there were as soft as they looked.]

Then you'd better be intending on feeding me.

You couldn't just eat his food? That's kind of gross.

[Fiona makes a soft hooting noise and fluffs her feather, tilting her chin up slightly. Rory, meanwhile, takes a sharp laborious breath in, his voice a bit weak, his eyes wide.]

Is that meant to happen?

Why? Worried, are you? Is your daemon a mouse?

Ooookay, you should probably stop now.

[Amy tilts her head and watches Rory, slightly worried, her hand stilling on Fiona's breast.] Is what supposed to happen?

She's a fox, actually. So I think you'll find she ranks a little higher on the food chain than you do.

It, um...

[He blinks and swallows.]

I.....I'll explain on the way. I think I want to have a hand that isn't covered in blood for the explanation.

[To the door and hallway! And Rory trying to catch his breath. Fiona gives Amy a pleased look.]

That was nice!

You're soft. [Amy whispers. Rory doesn't need to know she's flirting with his daemon now, does he? Well. Maybe he does.

She gets up with the two daemons perched on her shoulders and follows Rory.]

Ugh. Foxes. No wonder you're insufferable.

I'm not insufferable.

[He turns his attention to Rory, because he's obviously much more likely to get a good response from there.] Am I insufferable?

[Rory is just not trying to think about how hyper-aware he is of the fact that Fiona is even standing on Amy's shoulder. Snuggling up to her. Stupid daemon, being in love with Amy as well. It's really distracting, and he has to keep catching himself from walking the wrong direction.]

Am I? Thanks. [Fiona whispers back, and then carefully leans over to run her beak through Amy's hair.]

Seriously, Rory, you alright there? [He's sort of walking funny. At least they're almost at the sick bay of the TARDIS.]

[Okay, this is actually kind of hilarious.]

Well...I would say you aren't, quite, but my soul seems to think you are.

Well, your soul is very hurtful.

Yeaaaah. Fine. Ish. Mostly fine.

[Oh, thank god, the sickbay. He manages to not stagger in and goes straight to the sink, unbuttoning his shirt with one hand as he does. With the other one, he turns on the water, and then cleans his hands.]

So...basically, it feels kind of....weird when you touch Fiona.

[He carefully peels the shirt off his left shoulder--ahh, that's a bit of a mess--and then kind of...shakes it off his right arm. Cloth and...warm water first, probably, and he starts cleaning off his shoulder.]

Weird? [Watching him.] Weird how?

And yours WANTS TO EAT ME.

Fiona, please.

Well...nice weird. [He focusses on getting the rest of the blood off his shoulder so he doesn't have to look at her while he says it. It might be one of her bad reaction days.] Sort of...good, actually. [Oh, good, the gouges are actually fairly shallow. No serious damage. Just...a lot of bleeding. He lets the cloth stay on his shoulder as he goes for another cloth and some disinfectant, which is helpfully labelled 'The One For Humans'.]

[Sort of good? Amy turns her head a little to look at Fiona and... she can't help but put the pieces together. Of how breathless Rory sounded. So she lifts a hand and gently pets Fiona again, watching Rory intently while doing it. Just to test her theory, of course.]

My soul eats normal food.

I just said she could, that's all.

[Stumbling a bit, Rory gasps and has to sit down, trying not to squeeze the bottle of disinfectant. Fiona watches with some interest.]

I didn't know that happened. That's...weird. But nice.

Yeaaaaah. [Breathless again.] Can I finish bandaging my shoulder before you keep...stroking my soul? Not...that....I really want you to stop....possibly ever...but it would be better if I didn't start bleeding again.

[Right. So that reaction was a little stronger than Amy had expected. She let her hand drop away from Fiona, a slow smile spreading over her face.]

Go ahead.

[This... could be fun.]

If--

[And then she gets cut off. Because Rory is holding her beak closed. Apparently, his soul doesn't have the MASSIVE FILTER that he has up around everything he's thinking always.]

I...think I am glad you're not cursed the same way today. At least.

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