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Room 505, Saturday Evening

What better way to spend the first day of Christmas Break and no more finals than helping your ex-boyfriend test his swan-creating powers? Sort of. Except for the lack of swan.

Look, it was this or watch A Chuck Umber Christmas for the third time this week.

[OOC: For the Ears, but open after!]

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"...Maybe it's a really sleepy owl?" Francine poked at it lightly. (See above re: smartest human ever.)

The poke managed to garner a very high pitched 'scree' that was... oddly adorable as it was far too quiet to be painful to hear.

Merlin perked up, trying to get a look at the creature now. "Did it always make that noise or...?"

Francine snatched her finger back. "No!" And then slowly, carefully extended it again. Not so pokey this time, though.

The owl chick on the bed struggled slightly to get back onto it's feet, flailing more than a little bit as it did.

"Should we help it?" Merlin asked in a whisper. Because the owl could totally understand him, you know.

Somewhere in Francine's head there was a thing about not picking up baby birds because then they would smell like humans and their mother wouldn't let them back in the nest, but... But this baby bird used to be a plush toy, and it didn't have a mother.

"Aww - it's getting its claws caught in the blanket," she whispered back, because... she had no idea. Because he had.

Merlin was just forced to join in the aww-ing and reach over to help right the chick back onto it's feet. "It's so... fluffy."

The little ball of white fluff hissed slightly at him, trying to inform him that it was not fluffy, thank you.

Yeah, that worked about as well as it had for Katchoo. Well, okay, a little better since bunnies can't hiss.

Francine was just now letting the significance of this wash over her. "You made a baby bird."

"...I didn't make it. I just changed it." Merlin's statement might have more validity had he not been very gently petting the wee thing now.

Hehadababybirdomgsocute.

~~"Has it ever occurred to you that you're kind of gay?"~~ "Are you going to --- what are going to do with it?" Francine asked, putting out her own finger to stroke its feathers.

"Well, if it sticks around for the night, I think we can safely assume the swan will. And--" Oh, it was hissing again as it hobbled on closer to Merlin. So ~~in a completely heterosexual manner~~ cute! "--I suppose I could ask Arthur how they raise the birds."

~~Yes, so at least the bird was cute in a heterosexual manner.~~ "Do you think it's a boy or a girl?" Francine asked. She hadn't actually decided, back when it was a stuffed toy.

"...I'm not sure how to tell with birds." Other than coloring, but that didn't help with the ball of fluff that was now bobbing it's head about as it investigated the one with large ears.

"Me neither." No, really? "We could look it up online..."

Merlin eyed the bird as it turned it's head at an angle no creature ought to. "Do you want to check when we find out?"

Francine eyed the Merlin and turned her head a an angle no creature ought to. "You mean... check to see if it's a boy or a girl?"

"Well yes. I don't really want to go--prodding about under the feathers."

"And you think I do?" Francine gave him a Look, but headed over to the desk and the special non-Fandom magic that was Google.

In far too short a time, she was back. To speak what was probably the awkwardest sentence she'd ever had to speak to Merlin, and please to be keeping in mind the people in question. "Um. Birds. They um. Prodding under the feathers wouldn't help."

"Oh." Merlin stared down as the bird tried to lift itself up higher on it's legs, stretching it's neck as well to blink up at him. "...let's just assume it's a boy?"

"Until he starts laying eggs?" Francine crouched down to the owlet's level again and cooed at him. Just in case Arthur thought he was actually going to make a proper hunting animal out of this one, either. "Eee, socute."

"Then we can just add something feminine to his name." When he got a name. Oh, they were going to spoil this owl rotten.

"What are you going to name him?" Francine asked, and why she assumed that her stuffed animal was now going to be Merlin's pet if it stayed real was a mystery. Possibly the look on his face.

"I don't know yet," Merlin replied, continuing that girlish look of omgomgowlsoadorable as he scooped the thing up in his hands. "Maybe Alan?"

"Alan?" Francine tilted her head. "That's an awfully modern name." No, honey, no it isn't. It's just one that lasted.

"...it is?" Merlin frowned at the bird as it leaned against his chest now. "Maybe--Owain?"

"That's a lot more...knighty." Stop using words, Francine. They only harm you. "I mean, um. You know, medieval-sounding."

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