|My latest piece! Enjoy!|
"...Meanwhile, Falco's composure was beginning to fracture, and it showed. One hand was wrapped around his beak, but the other was beating the bartop with enough force to rattle his forgotten glass where it sat; even with Setter there to keep him from falling, he was rocking left and right on the top of his stool like a metronome, trying to escape the fingers attacking his torso; and framed as they were by the legs and stretcher of the stool, his feet could only manage a meager and ineffectual display of kicking and flailing as Frigatebird sawed in-between his talons. Even so, not a single word of protest left his beak- not even a giggle- though the gasps and hiccups that did grew ever-more frequent, and tears misted his eyes."