[The shout prompts a flinch - unintentional, involuntary, but no less abrupt. Hitches the breath in their lungs and stiffens them, and Reaper Bird's beaklike mouth begins to froth, as though sensing the disturbance in the rules of battle etiquette. Hastily, they do something mysterious, and the trembling protrusions of what used to be an Astigmatism start to lay flat.]
I am.
[Apparently placated, the Reaper Bird begins to dissolve into nothingness. A soft sigh issues from between parted lips, and the human sits back on their heels.]
no subject
I am.
[Apparently placated, the Reaper Bird begins to dissolve into nothingness. A soft sigh issues from between parted lips, and the human sits back on their heels.]
It's okay now. See?