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Bloodwing bolted to his feet, sputtering, drenched all the way through. He stood there, dripping, beak formed into a pout and wings held out from his sides. He glared at Scarletnight and ground his beak fiercely. "Don't do that!" The miserable rooster began to shake his feathers, spewing water in all directions. He grinned in satisfaction as a few droplets landed on the guilty hen.
she shakes it off "well, it works" she said with a smug look on her face
It took a few more shakes before Bloodwing was satisfied that most of the water was off him. He shivered visibly. "Just . . . could you poke me next time?" he rolled his eyes. "Or beam me over the head with a tree branch, if you must?" I'd even prefer being set on fire he thought dully, though didn't say it aloud. He wouldn't put it past Scarlet to take his advice.