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"Do you need help?"

"No!" Crow’s short reply was muffled by the rag in his beak. Oz watched passively from the kitchen table as Crow shuffled and squawked indignantly, trying to work his beak into position to hold the rag tied around the pantry doorhandle. Oz had tied them over everything to make it easier for the bird to access anything hidden in cupboards, short of pulling the doors off of everything.

"Are you suuuuure?" Oz plied. Crow didn’t answer. Having finally managed to painstakingly grasp the rag and hop into a position comfortable enough to pull, he spread his wings wide, using them to propel himself backwards in hopes of opening the door. The knot on the rag slide easily undone, and the bird tumbled gracelessly off the counter and onto the tiled floor.

Oz peered down at him from over the edge of the table.
"Because I can help, if you want."

In modern Pike world

Oz and Crow would have snazzy phones. They’d talk all the time. Then whenever they’d try to leave, they’d do the whole “you hang up, no you hang up” routine and it would be adorable and stuff

but then Crow would get progressively more and more agitated until he’s legitimately pissed and then he would find his way over there and force Oz to hang up

One of the routes has Crow getting his neck snapped seconds before getting turned back into a human.

I’m not sure if I can bring myself to do it though aaaaaaaa. I make myself sad every time I think about it. Really bad route for Oz. BUT HEY, whatever the plot demands. Still working that whole thing out.

Fun fact: A hobby of mine is doodling on top of real spaces. Fun to play with colors and figure out how characters interact with the area and stuff.

It’s… ozcrow going shopping. Crow reached for a V8 when he realized Oz was lurking a couple feet behind to snap pictures of him shopping. Oz’ll probably be uploading them to the internet for all to see what a majestic shopper he is.

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World needs more lady!oz?

I wanted to use my reference tag for something already and this was way in the back, so I figured hey! Why not? And here we are. Long-leg syndrome at it’s finest, sorry. All my attempts to make them shorter were fruitless.

I may also have been listening to nothing but Studio Killers…