“Yeah.” Zav’s still not entirely convinced that this isn’t a set up. It’s just too convenient; the guy who picks him out of a magically anonymized crowd, who knows him by the flower crown, would just happen to be dressed as a swan? Right.
But who on earth would know that Xavier’s been paling around with waterfowl since the teatime contest? Frankly, who the hell even cares? Being “that kid who thinks birds are neat” is no worse than being “that kid who fractured his pelvis last year snowboarding off the Ribbonfin cabin roof” (he really should’ve just sledded) or “that kid who regularly eats his own weight in processed sugar.”
So, whatever. He goes on, “I didn’t think about them much until recently? I – y’know there’s one on the grounds. Seems a little early in the year for it to be back. It’s real—it’s cool. It’s friendly.” Oh my god this guy does not fucking care about your bird friend, Xavier. You weirdo.
There goes the hand in the hair again.
“D’you want to--” What? Dance? Eat? Hah. Back it up. “Have you seen it around? The swan.”
Reid & Xavier
But who on earth would know that Xavier’s been paling around with waterfowl since the teatime contest? Frankly, who the hell even cares? Being “that kid who thinks birds are neat” is no worse than being “that kid who fractured his pelvis last year snowboarding off the Ribbonfin cabin roof” (he really should’ve just sledded) or “that kid who regularly eats his own weight in processed sugar.”
So, whatever. He goes on, “I didn’t think about them much until recently? I – y’know there’s one on the grounds. Seems a little early in the year for it to be back. It’s real—it’s cool. It’s friendly.” Oh my god this guy does not fucking care about your bird friend, Xavier. You weirdo.
There goes the hand in the hair again.
“D’you want to--” What? Dance? Eat? Hah. Back it up. “Have you seen it around? The swan.”
Oh my god with the swan again.