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In all honesty, as Angelo takes the white lab coat and walks off down the beach with the accompanying Minior, he’s in a bit of a zombie-like haze. Perhaps witnessing the coconut bearing his resemblance being executed has put his brain under more strain than the sunrays beating down on his head. [break][break]
Still, he makes notes as requested while his Wingull is set loose on the masses, dutifully observing and not doing anything to stop the chaos Puck brings. Angelo sits in a deckchair (not one he’s rented) to watch as the white gull makes eyes at another of his kind. [break][break]
Strutting up along the beach, Puck begins to hop up and down in front of a female. Beak high as he uses his
WING ATTACK to throw himself in very beautiful and not at all ridiculous spins. She watches, before turning to preen herself, not quite convinced by his manly twirling display. [break][break]
It seems that she’d like gifts, Angelo notes… And so, fluffing up his feathers, saving the dancing for later, Puck puts on his best
THIEF display. Before long, an interesting array of items are deposited at his Wingull-of-interest's feet. The heart sunglasses are offered, along with a variety of different shells (including a confused looking Shellder) and the remaining half of
John Sullivan ’s destroyed coconut effigy. [break][break]
Puck ventures back up the beach to collect more offerings when that fails to be enough. Beak snapping as another male comes along, Puck ripping the shell out of his rivals mouth before taking to the skies with his stolen prize.
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It's then that Puck notices
it. Maybe she’d like this shiny thing, glittering and half buried in the sand… Oh.
Oh… [break][break]
Suddenly, the allure of a mate seems insignificant to the temptation of treasure. And not just for Puck. As he swoops,
KEEN EYE on the prize, other Wingull take notice of his focus… That’s when the challenging squawks begin, loud and piercing and furious. [break][break]
Oh, everyone will surely hear, alright. Given how the swarm of Wingull descend upon the glittering object in the sand, swooping and divebombing one another in a symphony of
SUPERSONIC screeches. [break][break]
Everyone will probably get a mouthful of sand, too; as the flock, in all of their blind greed, crashes their attacks into the beach while attempting to rip a piece of old Charja Cola can from one another. For their credit, the aluminium does glint kind of like silver in the sun. [break][break]
And at least they’re clearing the beach? Kind of. Not really.
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2K13OS3T
[attr="class","angelotag"]CHARMS A MATE + AGAINST A RIVAL + BUT THERE IS GOLD IN THE SAND + AND EVERYONE HEARS.
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notes.
n/a.[attr="class","angelopokes"]
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