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- >"BA-CAWK!"
- >"BA-CAWK!"
- >"BA-CAWK! Screw this infallible flu...!"
- >well fuck, there she goes again, ranting and raving about how shit the bird flu is
- >it's hard to believe that you only met the girl in front of you a month ago
- >be you
- >be Anonymous
- >you were once a loner, living in an apartment and watching the days go by without you
- >honestly, if it weren't for your job you applied for a week prior to the events, you probably would have stayed a useless NEET for a long while
- >you walked down the usual path to home one day after a long, hard day of work
- >walking past a dumpster, you heard a sneeze
- >dismissing it, you walked away back to home--
- >wait what the fuck
- >a homeless person is living in a dumpster bin?
- >you look inside the bin and look upon the girl inside
- >easily like a 7/10 from where you can see, but her shirt seems torn to rags and her feet look incredibly fucked
- >brown hair in a bob cut, probably a B-cup, hips don't lie, her arms look fucking weird
- >4/10 would cuddle
- >looks like she's asleep, too
- >unwisely, you poke her just to see if she reacts
- >"Pl... Please, don't hurt me..."
- >poor thing's talking to herself in her sleep
- >it doesn't look like she's going to get any help at that point, so you may as well bring her home
- >and thus began your and the girl's bizarre relationship together
- >after that you quickly learnt that she was a "harpy" and that her name was Daya
- >she quickly warmed up to you after spending a few weeks at your house, and the two of you are somewhat friends
- >if there's one thing you noticed about her it's that she likes speaking a lot
- >like
- >a LOT
- >she's not the kind of person to run her mouth ninety miles a minute, but she's practically a walking thesaurus
- >she's a smartie harpy (which is really rare for her kind, so you've heard)
- >"Why is this information important?" you may ask
- >because she's going on a long, descriptive rant on how shit her cold is and it's getting out of hand
- >"...I'm sick of being bilious all day-- BA-CAWK! I just want to fly again! Anon, do you know what it's like being bedridden while trapped in the brumal temperatures? It's ghastly! Seriously, this is just blah blah blah..."
- >you drifted off after fifteen seconds into her rant
- >what does bilious even mean?
- >brumal isn't even a word, it's the name of a country
- >you digress as you begin to fetch her some soup for her cold
- >you don't know shit about bird flu, but it's probably something she can ward off easily
- >"BA-CAWK! Anon, come back here!"
- >you decide to surprise her by not saying anything, just going to the kitchen
- >you could have sworn she said something just as you were leaving, though
- >"A-Anon? Are you leaving me, too...?"
- >ignoring that, you prepare some soup and muse on the prospect of Daya flying again
- >she can barely lift a wing yet she's already speaking of flying?
- >now that you think about it, she's not as aerodynamic as other harpies
- >maybe she forfeited her agility for her smarts?
- >maybe she sacrificed her immune system too if she fell victim to the bird flu this easily
- >you hear a faint murmur while just about finishing making the soup
- >"This is so humiliating... Ba-cawk... I-I hate that word... Uwahhh..."
- >that's her from her room
- >wait fuck was that a sob you just heard?
- >you never usually hear Daya cry so this shit must be serious
- >hurrying up, you take the bowl of soup on a tray and move into her room to check her out
- >she's... laying down in bed?
- >that's weird, she was just going on a tirade earlier
- >tear marks are streaking down her face as she snuggles into the bed
- >setting the soup on the table next to the bed, you sit on the bedside in order to comfort her
- >"...You didn't leave?"
- >of course not you were making some bomb-ass soup just for her
- >you shake your head, offering a reassuring smile and patting her shoulder
- >she sniffles, turning to face you directly
- >"Why do you still take care of me even though I'm bedridden? I'm nothing more than a burden to you, aren't I?"
- >woah shit the temperature sure got hell of a lot colder here
- >you explain that she's a friend to you, and it wouldn't be right of you to just walk out on her
- >she's shivering, moving up to get a hug from you
- >you oblige, of course, noting just how soft her feathers are--
- >why does your shoulder feel wet?
- >Daya's crying on your shoulder
- >and she's shivering and generally looking like shit
- >you ask her what's wrong, what the whole problem is for
- >she explains to you that she has a history of abandonment issues, as is for birds in general
- >she had thought that you were going to leave her too
- >with a smile, you softly tell her that you'd never leave her for the world
- >you swear you've never seen a harpy hug someone that fast
- >the two of you spend the rest of the night cuddling, your relationship on a better level than it was before
- >until she sneezes again, of course, because she's still sick
- >"I hate it! I hate this flu so much! If I could just get rid of it so I can fly again, I would blah blah blah..."
- >there she goes again
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