[He sees her coming. Of course he does. She's hard to miss, bright as she is. So he's slid down to a lower branch by the time she lands, smile morphing into more of a grin as she speaks.]
Why do you fly when you have legs to walk with?
[See. There. Take that.]
[In a movement more like falling than anything else, he goes from sitting on the branch to hanging from it, knees bent to hold him upside down as he looks up at her.]
You could just land up there next time. There's plenty of room.
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Why do you fly when you have legs to walk with?
[See. There. Take that.]
[In a movement more like falling than anything else, he goes from sitting on the branch to hanging from it, knees bent to hold him upside down as he looks up at her.]
You could just land up there next time. There's plenty of room.