The Art of Cutlery (Original Short Story)
Denver stared at the door uncertainly. It was that kind of thing that was always awkward, as doors seemed as an unnessacery obstacle to him; windows were good enough. He reached out, hands trembling, determined to use the door for once, and stopped.
Sighing a monotone sigh, Denver stood on the railing to the apartment, unfolded his large crow wings, and took of for home.
The door belonged to his friends' apartment, and inside the two were celebrating Christmas, though neither of them were religious, simply humouring the idea.
Denver was, though a friend, still awkward with Sota and Nozomiiko due to his terrifying personality. Denver tried to find the old victorian where he lived, unwittingly flying towards downtown instead.
Sota stared out the window, watching his crow friend and his conflicting mind. He wanted to invite Denver in, but... He saw Denver fly off and Sota turned back to Nozo. Sota exchanged presents with her and her father before going to town to see the decorations. Hands in his coat pockets, he noticed the familiar grey blob sitting on an awning above the Macy's. He waved a fingerless-glov'd hand and entered the ridiculously priced department store.
Walking up the down escalator, Sota got to the third floor, which had a view of the awning. Sota went to a large window and knocked on the glass, making Denver jump. The bird hissed and turned towards the glass, his flying gear on.
"Hey, Denver." Sota murmured. Denver smiled and walked over, and Sota held up a small package wrapped in silver wrapping paper. "I haven't forgotten about you. After looking at the festivities, I was gonna come over, but.. Well, you're here now. So get in here." Sota gave a come-hither motion.
"BUT MY WINGS-" Denver protested like an insecure HAL 9000.
"Screw your wings, if you're lucky no one will notice." Sota scoffed. "Can you, like, wear your wings like a cape? That might help." Denver nodded and fell off the awning. Sota waited for the crow, who was trying to inconspicuously sneak up. The friends finally met, and Sota silently handed over the silver wrapped gift(which was actually tin foil). Denver ripped away the thin aluminum, eyes growing wide and what could be counted as a non-psycho smile spreading across his face. Sota watched his expression with joy, knowing his gift was spot on. It was doubly nice since Denver was as broke as a baseball colliding with a window, and wasn't able to get himself anything, let alone a decent Christmas dinner.
Yup, thought Sota, that knife was the best present I could get 'im.
Sighing a monotone sigh, Denver stood on the railing to the apartment, unfolded his large crow wings, and took of for home.
The door belonged to his friends' apartment, and inside the two were celebrating Christmas, though neither of them were religious, simply humouring the idea.
Denver was, though a friend, still awkward with Sota and Nozomiiko due to his terrifying personality. Denver tried to find the old victorian where he lived, unwittingly flying towards downtown instead.
Sota stared out the window, watching his crow friend and his conflicting mind. He wanted to invite Denver in, but... He saw Denver fly off and Sota turned back to Nozo. Sota exchanged presents with her and her father before going to town to see the decorations. Hands in his coat pockets, he noticed the familiar grey blob sitting on an awning above the Macy's. He waved a fingerless-glov'd hand and entered the ridiculously priced department store.
Walking up the down escalator, Sota got to the third floor, which had a view of the awning. Sota went to a large window and knocked on the glass, making Denver jump. The bird hissed and turned towards the glass, his flying gear on.
"Hey, Denver." Sota murmured. Denver smiled and walked over, and Sota held up a small package wrapped in silver wrapping paper. "I haven't forgotten about you. After looking at the festivities, I was gonna come over, but.. Well, you're here now. So get in here." Sota gave a come-hither motion.
"BUT MY WINGS-" Denver protested like an insecure HAL 9000.
"Screw your wings, if you're lucky no one will notice." Sota scoffed. "Can you, like, wear your wings like a cape? That might help." Denver nodded and fell off the awning. Sota waited for the crow, who was trying to inconspicuously sneak up. The friends finally met, and Sota silently handed over the silver wrapped gift(which was actually tin foil). Denver ripped away the thin aluminum, eyes growing wide and what could be counted as a non-psycho smile spreading across his face. Sota watched his expression with joy, knowing his gift was spot on. It was doubly nice since Denver was as broke as a baseball colliding with a window, and wasn't able to get himself anything, let alone a decent Christmas dinner.
Yup, thought Sota, that knife was the best present I could get 'im.
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