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Almost... just a little to the right- there, thanks!

[There's a laugh as the feed switches to video. Henry is sitting cross-legged on the floor of his room, clutching two chickens- one of whom who has just finished pecking at his bracelet, somehow managing to turn it on.

Except on closer inspection Henry's not actually holding them. Not in his hands.

He doesn't actually have hands.

Henry has chickenhands.]

Hey-o, Asgard! Look what Thor gave me~

[Two hens, perfectly normal apart from manifesting from someone's wrists. Henry is cradling them carefully in his arms to support them, and the three seem entirely content at this arrangement. The chickens cluck politely to one another, as he rubs his face against each feathery body. It was kind of hard to pet them otherwise.]

Isn't this amazing!? I bet you guys are all jealous, nya ha! But hey, quick question- do you think I still need to feed them? I mean, they're attached to me, but they still have heads and stuff.

If so, does anyone wanna bring me some kind of bird feed? Or Henry feed for that matter! It's a liiiittle hard to pick anything up, and I don't really wanna snack on one of these guys. That could get pretty messy!

[Henry laughs again, but it's not like gnawing off one of his own hands wouldn't fit in with the state of the rest of the room around him. It's halfway-dismantled and full of crows, bloody symbols still scrawled over the window and part of the wall and oh god the mess.]

But weren't those ghosts that appeared awesome? Being haunted's great fun, even if you're not the right target. What kind of cool things did yours say? Mine hurled a loooot of threats, nya ha! I hope they show up again~

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He asked me for these.

And you delivered them! You're the best!

Why would you let him have them.

[Have a REALLY DISMAYED MEDIUM, Thor.]

[This is the face of total resignment and defeat.]

...I'll bring you food or something, just-- why. Why chickens. Why anything.

It's a reward for not killing any of those visitors that fell into the city a while ago.

[This is the face of joy. Or at least, considerable good cheer.]

Yay! I was figuring you would. And what do you mean why, isn't this the most amazing thing you've ever seen?

Hey do you think they'll still lay eggs? In my arms?! Wouldn't that be the coolest!

...okay. Okay, that's one way to make sure that doesn't happen, but chickens? Chickens. Really.

It's... it's something.

[That's about the most he's willing to give it.]

I really, really hope they don't lay anything. They're not going to peck me, are they?

[ He'd rather not talk about almost getting ~~strangled~~ killed by his spirit that haunted him, so... His was a reaaaally angry (and sad) spirit, even moreso thanks to Reapers. But. Um.

He's just gonna stare a little more at... the... adorable(?) chickens. ]

I could make and bring something, if you'd like?

[ There's an unsure look on his face as he asks this,]

...You're not going to peck anyone with those, are you?

Edited (typos. I made them. ONE last time, that's it! sorry.) 2013-08-21 21:22 (UTC)

[Henry's still laughing, totally oblivious to any dismay.]

You never know, they might lay so many eggs they'll come BURSTING out of my skin! Wouldn't that be even more amazing?

--And I dunno, they might! I'll scold them if they try anything, though!

Hey, I'll take stuff from whoever! I don't mind variety. And I bet these guys will want choices, huh?

[As he hugs the hens a bit more, who seem pretty calm about this whole thing.]

And that entirely depends on how peckish they get, nya ha! Which is why I'm thinking I should maybe feed them.

I'm pretty sure chicken hands weren't on the list of things I agreed I was getting into, here.

[But if the shifting background of the video feed's any indication, he's headed to the kitchen anyway. Eggs. He is definitely cooking eggs.]

Just so long as you don't go hatching more? Hands are bad enough, you do not need extra chickens.

There was a list?

[He hmms a bit to himself at those priorities. Murderous tendencies? A-okay. Chickens for hands? Unacceptable.]

...but aw, I'm sure you'll like them once you meet 'em! But don't worry about hatchlings; if any eggs come out, we can just eat them instead.

Not really a list, just- I expected the dead birds, not live ones for hands.

[Murderous tendencies don't get in the way of things quite like chickenhands do, to be fair. These are completely well-organized priorities.

...yeah no they need some serious work.]

How are you going to eat if you can't even hold anything, anyway.

Um...

[That's not something he'd actually considered, and he glances down at his new hands with some consideration. The hens look back, clucking curiously.]

--Figure I can just sorta shove my head in the bowl? Or along the plate.

...that's just going to be a mess. I'm making soup and bringing you a straw, okay?

Messes are fine with me! You sound like someone who's never had to eat with their wrists broken and tied behind him, nya ha!

But your way works too!

[She was bothered by much now with all the weird stuff thats happened to her in both her home world and here but...He doesn't sound hurt at least.]

A-are those...chickens? Um what would you like to eat?

I-- no. No, I don't have any experience with that.

[And he's just going to skip right over that reminder.]

The place is messy enough already, yeah? ...we really should fix that. Or you should let me fix that.

They sure are!

[Like it's the most normal thing in the world.]

And I dunno, something tasty!

Mm, if you want. I thought it was kind of cozy like this! You never know what you're going to find.

Or what's going to find you, nya ha!

The answer is probably 'birds'.

[It's always birds, isn't it.]

And I know you don't mind it but the blood and all is going to get gross before too long, if it starts to smell I am not sleeping over there.

Birds are a pretty safe bet! But sure, we can clean it up. I'm starting to forget where I put things anyway.

[Though now that he's thinking about it...]

Be careful if you open the closet, I stashed a lot of mice in there.

...how many mice and how long ago.

Maybe... a dozen or so? They were leftover from when everything was frozen. So about that long!

I need to get them back to Isaac one of these days. Apart from the couple I'm saving for Inigo.

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