[ trigger . . . like a gunshot. at least that's what tanaka was going for, something terribly gangster or badass— and it was quite a fitting name! the bird was quick and explosive just like one, and he continues to peck at both jaeger and his new trainer with little mercy. tanaka can't see a single thing as he runs around, and poor jaeger is trying so hard to headbutt the fluttering creature-!!
but in a spray of water, one that throws the starly off course and away from them but also sends the scary face duo a few feet back and falling backwards to the ground--
was that what it was like to get blasted with a power washer. tanaka lays there, defeated and even more drenched than before, jaeger on top of his face, and trigger taking shelter above the try, squawking down angrily at them. ]
. . . Ow . . .
[ his skin feels like it's earned a harsh bellyflop from the neighborhood swimming pool— except he got it right to the face
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but in a spray of water, one that throws the starly off course and away from them but also sends the scary face duo a few feet back and falling backwards to the ground--
was that what it was like to get blasted with a power washer. tanaka lays there, defeated and even more drenched than before, jaeger on top of his face, and trigger taking shelter above the try, squawking down angrily at them. ]
. . . Ow . . .
[ his skin feels like it's earned a harsh bellyflop from the neighborhood swimming pool— except he got it right to the face
you did well, yachi . . . you did well . . . ]