featherbeaned

[ It's been two days since Miya fell from the sky into this strange new world, and she … she's so hungry.

She's had some things to eat, to be fair. The park she's claimed as her territory is full of squirrels and rats; easy pickings for an accomplished hunter. But they're so tiny. So is she right now — technically, having shrunk herself down to the same size as aforementioned squirrels — but having a magically smaller body doesn't mean having a magically smaller appetite. She's tried rummaging through trash cans as well, but she's not a fan of half-rotten mush, okay. Even a hungry dragon can have standards.

So when she spots the man on the bench one mild, sunny day, and more importantly spots the nice, fresh, delicious-smelling sandwich he keeps setting aside in favour of his phone, she can't resist. She creeps over, step by step, hoping he stays distracted long enough for her to grab it and run. So close … so, so close …

…! Now's her chance! She stretches out her snoot and chomps- ]

[It's a particularly nice day for a jog, which is what spurns him to take a longer route today, heading out of the school grounds and through more public trails and parks. It still catches him off guard when the occasional passerby recognizes him, but he does his best to just smile and wave as he passes without getting caught up in any... conversations. Not that he is opposed to talking with his fans, that's just not what he's out here for today.]

[When he does hit an acceptable point to take a break, he flops down onto a park bench to sip water and slowly snack on a simple sandwich. Midoriya sent him some texts while he was jogging, and he sets the sandwich aside while he answers those, smiling to himself.]

[...Is someone approaching him? He looks to his right, and-]

[... stares at the strange creature with its fangs sunk right into what remains of his sandwich, his finger hovering over his phone screen.]

.....Eh?

[ oh no ]

[ OH NO SHE'S BEEN SPOTTED ]

[ Freezes, staring at him staring at her ... ... ... ... ... what now?? what do?? This is bad! Terrible! The worst! ]

[ Grabs the sandwich more firmly in her jaws and turns to run away, which looks kind of hilarious when what's left of the snack is almost as big as she currently is - ]

[Ah? Ah!!!]

Hey, w-wait-

[He may be retired, but he's still fast when he wants to be; sorry if a large hand comes down to get a grip on her- not too hard of course...!]

[ SQUAWK SQUEAK SQUAWK ]

[ As his fingers close around her, he'll find that her feathers are puffy yet silky soft, and that she's very, very warm to the touch. Very warm. More importantly, however: he'll also find that his arm, wrist, and hand are under attack from a long, lashing tail studded with spikes ]

[ SMACK ]

[ SMACK WHACK WHAP all while she scarfs down the sandwich as quickly as she can. ]

[Huh, soft- Ow?? That's more than enough to get him to let go, pls he just wanted his sandwich back??]

[ Dives off the bench, her wings snapping out to catch the breeze-! ]

[ ... There's still too much sandwich, oh no, she's sinking in the air despite her frantic flapping ]

[He didn't come prepared for tiny puncture wounds from a... stray feathery lizard creature, but that's fine, it's not like he isn't used to spontaneous bleeding. He stands up and... watches as she sinks...]

...You don't have to run away. You can have it, though I would have preferred you asked nicely.

[He may just be talking to himself, but with the variety of quirks out there, a creature like that could very well be a person... ]

[ Curls protectively around her sammich once she reaches the floor, her feathers poofed up to make her look bigger! Or ... huh, could it be that she actually is bigger? ]

[ ... ]

[ Eyes him! Warily! ]

I can? [ smol feathery catdogbirdlizard sure does have an oddly British accent ]

[Sorry if he doesn't seem intimidated. He doesn't come any closer though, just standing there, bleeding slightly... He doesn't seem surprised when she speaks either; he nods.]

I'll let you have it this time, but it's not good to steal.

[ Cocks her head, her ears flicking, her tail lashing slowly back and forth like an uncertain cat. ]

What's stealing?

[ Eyes! Him! ... Takes a big ol' bite and munches on it. ]

Huh?

[Maybe she's a child?? It's hard to tell with a form like that, though she is quite small... He rubs the back of his neck, head tilting slightly.]

Well, stealing is taking things that belong to someone else.

[ After a few seconds tick by without him making another grab for her, she starts to relax, he feathers smoothing down. The lashing of her tail settles to a slow swish. ]

Oh. [ Twitches an ear. ] But you have to get what you need before it goes away. So. [ NOM, GULP. ]

[ Licks her chops ... and pulls her tail around with one paw, licking the droplets of blood off the spikes her her long tongue. ]

[Maybe don't do that?? Gross... but he kneels down without getting closer.]

Don't you have any of your own food at home?

This - [ lickie lickie lickie ] is home.

[ In a manner of speaking. ]

[ Slowly stretches her snoot out towards him, snuffling. ]

Hey, hey. D'you have more? More food?

[???]

This is a public park. Where is your house?

-Ah, sorry, that was all I had with me...

[ sniff sniff SNIFF SNOOF SNOOF SNOOF ]

[ Snoofles towards his pockets. And he might, if he's paying enough attention, notice that she's a smidgen bigger than she was when she first stole his sandwich. ]

What's a house? I don't have one; I've got a nest.

[He lets her approach, but that's getting a bit into personal space territory...!! He probably smells mostly like old blood from the tissues he shoves in his pockets. Though one pocket may smell vaguely of sugar...]

You don't have a home to go back to? What about family?

[She does seem a little bigger, huh...]

[ ... Sweet? Sugar? Sweet sugar. Noses her way towards that one pocket in particular. The blood-scent doesn't bother her at all. ]

Told you, I've got my nest! [ That's what a home is, right? Right. ] It's just me.

[ Shoves her whole entire head in his pocket. ]

[Can you not??]

Hey-

[He doesn't grab her this time, but he does cover the pocket with his hand to block her head from going too far.]

That's not food!

[ Muffled squeaks as she tries to wiggle past his hand, her little claws hooking into his pants. ]

Lemme! Smells sweet, I want it.

You can't just take whatever you want!

[He tries to nudge her out with his hand, pls!!]

Why not!

[ But gosh, fine, she reluctantly allows herself to be shoo'd out. Hops and flutters back a couple of feet, ruffling her wings with a huff. ]

[Thank you, he really didn't want to risk adding to his current collection of punctures... He sighs in relief.]

Thank you. Now, as for why not, how would you like it if I took something of yours without asking?

Don't have anything for you to take.

[ Sits back on her haunches, cat-like. Once again she's a tiny smidge bigger than she had been. Just a tiny, tiny smidge. ]

You really don't have any more food? None? Really?

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