First Day Jitter-Jitters (closed)

[Spiderfly]

Malchiah's eye twitched, not at all impressed that this was the revised edition. He so could have revised it better, he was sure of it. Perhaps he would on a REALLY boring day. . . Probably not. The sparrows eyes watched the little owl, was he always this calm? Pity really, usually cards he caught staring at him at least had the decency to blush when he encouraged them like he was now.

Then again, he was usually quite a bit more forwards with his flirting. Maybe that's what he'd have to do. He so very much wanted to see a crimson blush spread across those cheeks. The thought of Pascha blushing for him was nearly enough to get him embarassingly excited.

He quickly cleared his throat. "Sounds good boss." He stood and followed Pascha towards the door, making sure to nearly touch as he slid by out the door and past the owl. A hidden smile spreading across his face.

[Greenie]

When Malc brushed against him lightly in passing Pascha nearly reached out to grab him, but caught himself just in time.. and fluidly shut the arm instead. His body could try to act weird all it wanted, but he would be damned if anyone else would notice.. especially Malchiah.

The owl immediately set forth for the nearest guard tower, not about to give himself another chance to do something completely weird or silly. Unfortunately his legs were shorter than Malc's and he didn't have much of a head start, but it was enough to make him a tad more comfortable.

Once they arrived, he paused outside the door. "This is the north guard tower, it's obviously the closest to Aderlass's suite. There are two guards stationed here permanently and four that rotate hourly." He knocked on the door and briefly introduced Malchiah to them, before he headed back out and stopped once more. "Questions?"

[Spiderfly]

Malchiah watched in amusement as the owl blustered a bit and began to walk quickly down the corridors. Oh yes, this was a fun game. He wondered briefly about the smartness of messing with your brand new boss, but from the look of it Pascha didn't really mind. Well, he did, in a good way.

The sparrow followed along somewhat leisurely, even tempting to whistle a little as they moved along the palace halls. They reached the tower and Malc was back in work mode, setting names to memory and putting on his best smile. Shame most of the guards were male, oh well.

He shrugged smoothly with a smile. "None that I can think of." Grin Grin.

"You know, once you've showed me around we could always catch a private tea or something. You know. . . to go over the day." Malc's grin could have convinced bees to give up honey for life.

[Greenie]

"Good," The owl replied smoothly, though he did give the sparrow a brief suspicious look at his tone. What the hell was going on here, anyways?

..Tea? Pascha hated tea, but supposed it was the idea that Malc was going for.. and why was he considering it, anyways? He should have outright rejected it, made a face and then walked away.. but instead he was still standing there, staring at Malc with a hard expression, because that's just what formed when Pascha thought about something hard enough. The real question was why did Pascha want to have 'private tea' with him (whatever the hell that really meant) despite the fact that Malc's expression scared him a bit?

He really had no idea, so finally answered, "... Maybe." and promptly began walking back down the hallway in the direction of Aderlass's office, to show him around.

[Spiderfly]

Malc was whistling, a happy songbird song as he walked down the palace hallways. Tea the day before had been lovely if. . . teaish. He really thought it would have gone past that but apparently not yet. At any rate Pascha had been a lovely if somewhat reserved 'date' and Malchiah was determined to have some alone time with the owl again.

His song picked up as his pace did. These papers really did have to get where they were going, but he had time. Malc had the oddest sense lately that he was being watched, but he assumed it was all in his head. Everytime he turned around nothing was there, forcing a quick frown from him.

He was honestly amazed at how bright the hallways of the court were, for some reason he always assumed the court of clubs would be a dark place. But no, it was actually quite cheerful and nice. His eyes scanned quickly through the papers he was shuffling from hand to hand as he walked.

[Greenie]

Pascha was a good stalker. He was quiet, he was quick, and he was certainly experienced enough that a certain sparrow would not know he was there.. though Malc clearly sensed something was up, because he kept turning back, which sent Pascha into a flurry of "must hide!" every time. Occasionally it caused a feathery rustling sound, but Pascha was quite proud of himself that he made little sound otherwise.

Not to mention he was far enough back from the sparrow that unless he knocked a vase over and broke it, Malc wouldn't hear it.

The owl was toddling along in his animal form, because he was more adept in it--to sneak in his bipedal would not be to sneak at all, because his wings often bumped into things and made a lot of noise. His animal was compact and small (-er than his bipedal) and allowed him to easily fit behind chairs, furniture, draperies.. under beds.. or wherever else was needed. Of course, not having arms meant that some of those places were difficult to get out of, but that's why you waited until the stalkee left, swore, and changed into your bipedal in order to get out.

It all worked out in the end.

Today Malc was delivering some papers, which he knew because he'd been hanging from one of the rafters on the 20ft ceiling in the greatroom he was in, and was able to overhear. He had then flew down to a dresser to land and then hopped after him down the hallway. The owl was keeping out for potential hiding places if needbe (there was a stairwell room off to the left and a giant ornamental vase to the right) and was also trying to come up with an excuse should he be caught.

He was getting lunch. Yes, that worked. It wasn't even 10 am yet? Well, it was an early lunch, okay?

[Spiderfly]

Malchiah grinned as he finished shuffling through his paperwork. He didn't know for sure but he was pretty sure that he was indeed being watched. The faint sound of ruffling feathers perhaps? But no, he wasn't even sure if that was just the sound of him turning so quickly to stare behind him. A flash of white maybe? No, that was just a sharp reflection off a window.

He was nearly to the office he was headed for when he coughed, dropping his paperwork upon the floor. With a smirk he bent at the waist to begin to collect all the scattered papers. Oh he could bend at the knees, but that would be boring wouldn't it? Especially if his imagination wasn't running entirely rampant. Malc took his time, bending again and again, wiggling and twisting with his tail swishing back and forth as he collected each paper.

His wings flared to give him a bit of balance as he picked up the last sheet, at least standing and stretching in a long lean line.

[Greenie]

Pascha nearly fell over from where he was behind the drapes (it was a good hiding place--they were dark red, he was white, and he didn't show through) when Malc started teasing him--for what else could that be but teasing?--though Pascha had a feeling he didn't exactly know he was there.

Malc could just be showing off his rear for his reflection off the window. That was completely believeable. Or perhaps he was simply hoping Pascha was there, trying not to watch.. which he certainly was, he was indeed. The owl was very tempted to simply give up this whole stalker thing, walk out of the room and simply never speak to him again.. but he didn't want to. He was still intensely confused at himself for doing this in the first place, but had finally just given in to his odd desires to essentially stalk the sparrow.

He was, however, tempted to ball up something and throw it at Malc, as an incentive to put his bum down, because if he didn't soon Pascha was likely to start twitching if he didn't.

[Spiderfly]

Malchiah stood up after gathering his papers glancing back at the drapes, odd, he could have sworn he saw movement. He kept his face very calm and just curious as he glanced before turning back towards the office door he had so conveniently dropped his papers in front of. With a quick rap on the door he waited for a minute before the door cracked open.

He whispered for a minute before handing the papers to the Card inside the door and turned around, facing directly towards the drapes. Finally he let a smirk show and moved quickly, closing the distance between the office and the window in a second or two. He leapt towards the drapes, riffling through them quickly with an "AH HAH!"

. . . 0o No one was there? What the heck. Had he given Pascha too much time to move? Or. . could he have actually been completely wrong about feeling like he was being followed?

[Greenie]

As soon as Malchiah began moving towards the doorway, Pascha became highly suspicious and very, very scared for his position. Quickly he turned around, unlocked the window and shoved it up wide enough for his small body to fit through. Thankfully the window was well-oiled and smoothly glided up--it would be the end of his hiding spot right then and there. Malc didn't seem to notice, though Pascha saw him "idly" move over to the window.

Well, crap.

When the sparrow literally dove into the drapes and began rifling around he nearly squawked but managed to keep his beak shut and roll along the wall right before Malc hit him. He was completely relieved but definitely not out of hot water yet as the bird was still there and watching him--getting out of here was not going to be easy in the slightest.

But he would manage it somehow, damnit.

His roll maneuver had brought him too far from the window to be able to simply jump out so he was forced to slowly move along the wall but not against the wall or the drapes, as either would make noise.

Slowly. Oh, so painfully slowly. It took him nearly five minutes before he was even able to touch the windowsil, and by then Malc had moved from by the drapes (thankgod) to sitting in front of them--good for Pascha the drapes were past floorlength--and staring, which unnerved him and scared him quite a bit. He wasn't moving the drapes and neither was Malc so the sparrow didn't seem to notice.. and within another few minutes he was able to prop himself up, in and out of the window and fly out.

If Malc decided to look through the drapes he would most definitely find a wide-open window.. but no hint of Pascha. Creepy, no?