http://pitticus.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] pitticus.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] smash_logs2009-09-22 06:09 pm

Open Log: Now with 97% more molting!

Characters: Pit, anyone
What: Pit is undergoing extreme *~bodily changes~* like puberty or menstruation and is losing feathers like pocket change in a holy pocket.
Where: Up to you!
When: From Saturday, September 19th to Saturday, September 26.
Warnings: PINFEATHERS. 8C Self-conscious angels? Gdit. Not that he isn't going through perpetual molt already.


Basically, this is just a log where you can bump into Pit. Anywhere, anytime, anyone. Extra emphasis on ANYONE. You can find him in his room, you can meet him on the roof, down the halls, in between classes, in the courtyard, the common room, training at the stadium... anywhere! Just write in a date, time, and location. I will even wedge in a few starting threads to make it easier on those who can't think of a place/situation to interact with him. I should also mention that the further into the week you go, the worse his molt is. But I mean it: any excuse is good! I love tagging you guys, okay? 8C
twilightprincess: ([Imp] HEE HEE)

You mentioned wanting to continue this I think? :3c

[personal profile] twilightprincess 2009-11-30 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
Fluffy crooned a pleasantly happy croon. The angel boy had addressed her! Did that mean it was time for scritches and scratches? She very much hoped so. So much so that she leaned in expectantly.

The imp on Fluffy's head giggled and motioned towards Pit for his attention. She pantomimed scratching the bird's "chin" as a clue for what it was the giant beast was expecting out of him.
twilightprincess: ([FLUFFY])

Re: Hooray!

[personal profile] twilightprincess 2009-11-30 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Fluffy snorted his hair.
twilightprincess: ([Imp] HEE HEE)

Re: Hooray!

[personal profile] twilightprincess 2009-12-05 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh yes. Yes, that was a way that Fluffy liked. The creepy looking bird of possible death and destruction turned her head, lifting up and leaning in towards the strokes. Her tail was thumping heavily onto the ground while her butt (or what she had of a butt) did some sort of happy dance. Oh she did so love scritches and scratches.

Midna was laughing. "Eee hee hee~ Good job, Feathers!"