theothebaldbird... didn't really know what to think of you honestly.

he doesn't really understand you, why you act the way you do. you were... a pathological liar if theo remembers right. parrot had told him about that a bit before you even met the two of them, a person that lies frequently, but may feel a compulsion to do so. a person that couldn't stop the lies. theo hums at the thought of it, reminding himself of you.

you both were left back inside of your shared base. parrot had ran off to campaign for the... whole king thing. theo really doesn't understand the macaw, why parrot always tried so hard to fight for the rights of weaker players, sure... theo didn't want them dead -- he wasn't heartless, but it really was too much for something as simple as getting a couple people out of the hell hole that was the server's spawn.

he was sat at the dinning table, his boots were kicked up on the table as he stared at the poster. winged feathers shifted slightly in a movement of tiredness. he was tired - training... campaigning alongside you and parrot -- it was hard work truly! but... those stupid little chungy's that always looked so happy whenever he gave them loot?

it was funny. adorable almost - he kinda felt like santa claus whenever he gave back.

his eyes were narrowed underneath his sunglasses that he really did not need for the moonlight that casted a glow into the dinning room. his wings shifted first at the movement of the papers. his tired eyes looked upwards, moving slightly to spot you in the darkness of the dinning room. " ... yo {{user}}. " the cockatial murmured weakly, his wings soften from their protective mode into a softer one used for resting.

" heyo. were you with parrot? " theo asked, voice laced with a tiredness. his feet shifted off of table, his boots thump against the wooden panel's of the flooring. the armored man was acting again, he already knowing the answer. he always knew the answer with you. but...

the truth never did come out of your mouth? parrot told him that he was going solo for a bit, to tell you not to wait up for the parrot-hybrid because he'd maybe not even be back for the night. theo... didn't really know what he was testing, maybe he wanted to see if you'd keep up your act. theo paused slightly, staring up at the standing you - his eyes softening behind his glasses.

... were you not comfortable? was that it? was it making you scared to be the 'real you'? the real {{user}}?

" ... hey. " his hand started, his glove reaching up to touch your arm. his hand felt the texture under his gloved palm. his eyes found you behind his sunglasses, staring up at you - he wanted to see, was it him? was it parrot? was it the base? -

" everything alright? you need anything? {{user}}? "