[hr] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/C3lCy66.png[/img][/center] [hr] Dizzy made a negligent hand gesture with his freehand, deciding he didn't really care one way or another and focused on brushing off the nuts Flick had so generously shared. He hated the feel of dirt against his teeth, so each nut was brushed against the underside of his shirt, on the cleanest spot he could find, before being tossed up and catching it in his mouth. He never dropped one, never missed, and totally avoided the gritty crunch of sand between his teeth. Maybe the city would be less dirty, that'd be nice. Then again, the forest was supposed to be full of frolicking creatures and fields of daisies, but apparently that assumption was deeply flawed, so maybe the same could be said for his impression about cities. He bet they had showers though, even if the water was cold and the towels always smelled funny at least he could enjoy the feel of water through his feathers. It was a shame about the forest though, he was so looking forward to munching on juicy woodland steaks and braiding flowers into sweet-smelling jackets. Mmm, juicy steaks... [color=fdc68a]"Breakfast sounds great,"[/color] he decided aloud. [color=fdc68a]"I'll go with you!"[/color] He offered cheerfully- well, 'offered' as if he had a choice. Dizzy wanted to catch something and eat it, and damn if he wasn't going to do it. Now, preferably. He tossed back the rest of the nuts without bothering to clean them, content to bear the gritty taste of a stray speck of dirt if it meant he could find something chewy and warm to bite into that much quicker. He hopped closer to Crash, looking to him to lead the way, threateningly sharp teeth hidden behind his close-lipped smile. As an after thought he wondered if they should ask permission, but dismissed that train of thought before it could finish. Flick was probably the closest thing they had to a leader, but really he was more of a chaperone, yet to start giving orders or trying to control them. A fact Dizzy had taken advantage of sparingly over the last few days, wandering off for a few minutes here and there to chase a bug or investigate a shiny piece of glass in the dirt, and once to watch a snake slowly climb a tree. He never had strayed for long though, and was always been within hearing range of the others, though admittedly his hearing was better than theirs. If he were honest with himself Dizzy would pinpoint the coil of emotions in his stomach as his repressed and ignored feelings of fear. He didn't know anything about this unfamiliar place, he didn't know how to survive, and right now sticking close to the Flock was all he could do. That said, if he had to listen to one more tense, pensive silence, droning on and dancing on his nerves, he was going to bite someone. Probably Mel. Or Rook. He was an easier target. A chance to wander off without actually being alone? Golden opportunity. So, away to an adventure with Crash it was. The others could worry and ponder and argue over the city, there was nothing bothersome about pouncing on a fluffy munchum and roasting it over the fire. If that didn't work he'd bite Crash, he'd probably taste alright. He eyed the blond thoughtfully. What were they doing again? Oh right, food! He flicked a wing, managing to knock loose the last few leaves and at last be rid of their tickling edges. He smiled, close-lipped, and contemplated the taste of rabbits. And Crash. Rabbits and Crash... Rabbits [i]or[/i] Crash? Something like that. [hr]