THE HUMAN RADIO // open, head stuck in bag

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[b]☀ ALPHA [abbr="attacks"]x[/abbr] info [abbr="speech; self-reference; thoughts;"]x[/abbr] TYPHOON ☀

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Alpha snorted at the response of the bird. "You're stuck in this form? And here I thought I was the pitiful one." He burst into laughter, seemingly harder than he's ever laughed before — if ever in his life. "What a shame that someone as high up on the food chain as you can't control something so simple as shapeshifting." He had no room to talk, though, considering he lost his ability to shapeshift long ago. He bent down towards the stuck seagull, grin wider on his face, revealing some of his many fangs. "What interesting ways your mind works." The others, as well, didn't seem too fond of this Caesar, which got him thinking...

The cream tom kicked a small dollop of sand onto the seagull in an attempt to provoke him just a little more. "Sorry about that. Must be hard getting sand out of feathers."

// sorry for shortness ;v;