[She's going to get so many treats after this. At least, she better!!
But as soon as the door opens, Phoenix takes no time to fly in and she's far quicker this time, not quite waiting for the XXII girl to keep up as she soars to the room that both Kotone and Scott share. Luckily, the door is already open this time and Phoenix immediately goes in and it's not long before a triumph squawk resounds from inside the room, the noise audible from even outside.
When Kotone manages to get inside, she'll spot a familiar figure. Well, familiar, but one that is also kind of unfamiliar at the same time. It's definitely Scott, at least some version of him--
Because Scott is fully dressed in a X-Man uniform, complete with a visor covering his face instead of his usual sunglasses, and he almost looks serious... other than the fact that Phoenix is currently residing on his shoulder with a puffed up chest, the chonky bird torn between looking pleased and forgetting that she's supposed to be mad at her host, soon pecking the boy in the cheek with her beak.]
Hey-- ow!
[Scott complains, a gloved hand reaching up to run through some of her feathers, as if telling Phoenix to calm down.]
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But as soon as the door opens, Phoenix takes no time to fly in and she's far quicker this time, not quite waiting for the XXII girl to keep up as she soars to the room that both Kotone and Scott share. Luckily, the door is already open this time and Phoenix immediately goes in and it's not long before a triumph squawk resounds from inside the room, the noise audible from even outside.
When Kotone manages to get inside, she'll spot a familiar figure. Well, familiar, but one that is also kind of unfamiliar at the same time. It's definitely Scott, at least some version of him--
Because Scott is fully dressed in a X-Man uniform, complete with a visor covering his face instead of his usual sunglasses, and he almost looks serious... other than the fact that Phoenix is currently residing on his shoulder with a puffed up chest, the chonky bird torn between looking pleased and forgetting that she's supposed to be mad at her host, soon pecking the boy in the cheek with her beak.]
Hey-- ow!
[Scott complains, a gloved hand reaching up to run through some of her feathers, as if telling Phoenix to calm down.]