 lives in a hobbit hole || Ern and Touz's Nuzzle || roflysst || looking at a seed packet
Flynn stared in utter dismay at the dying bird, the sounds echoed through his ears even muffled by his hands and he felt a bit ill, like being on a merry-go-round after eating too much candy floss. The discordant music notes were particularly jarring, and he was SURE that was a baby cry (something he knew well thanks to his little brother), and then the unmistakable sound of something hitting flesh, like a punch in the face (another thing he unfortunately knew quite intimately). The sounds of backwards laughter, happy humming, and running water were unsettling in context of everying else.
Flynn was still processing..... all of that, feeling nauseous and frozen in place when the professor spoke again. Normally he would be writing down all the notes and eagerly jumping into whatever activity was being called but.... he missed it entirely and just stared at the dead bird, and then its white shrouded cage once the professor had covered it.
Finding a group? Nope.
Leaning over to one side and vomiting up everything he had eaten so far that day? Yup.
How embarrassing.
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