#(also something I’ve witnessed featuring my mothers grouchy Amazon)

[bird-goofle]

Why is it now that I finally realize that to me, reading anything with two characters who are slowly learning to get along with each other feels like watching animals figure out their hierarchy?

It’s like [characters actually have a productive conversation] “are they…. Are they actually talking?” Feels the same as watching a cat trying to instigate a play session with a dog and the dog finally realizing why the cat’s bothering it and going “aw, they’re finally playing!”