A Step in the Flight Direction [Closed]

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In the City, near one of Sherry's many hiding spots (safe until her parents decided to plug some kind of tracking device into her), a little girl and a little bird boy stood atop of a two-story whitewashed building. There really, logically, wasn't any reason for Sherry to be up here with him. But she knew, she just knew, that if she was down below, calling encouragement, Komali would probably never jump down.

Not that she blamed him, but as someone without wings, it was probably better that she didn't go flinging herself off of buildings. "It really isn't even that far down," she urged.

"I bet you won't even hit the ground."

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For a moment, Sherry looked like she wanted to say something. After all, she'd fallen, twice, from a distance fairly similar to Komali's and had landed. Though she landed on refuse, Sherry didn't remember it being all that soft and comfortable. So, instead, she was silent for a while, stewing over her father's... parable, or whatever he'd wanted to call it.

She stewed a little longer before answering, "I'm going to guess this means that you're grounding me." Though she clearly did not agree with it in her body language, her tone was fairly neutral. Really, she'd rather she be grounded over something else. Like punching Komali in the eye for losing his nerve in the first place.

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"Yes, you are," he confirmed, reaching over to smooth out some of her hair. At this point, he wasn't mad, but he needed to make sure she learned from this. "And you can expect to get a mouthful from your mother about this. And you're going to go down to the medbay to apologize to Samus and Komali-- don't even think about arguing that." Seriously, don't.

"And, next time," he leaned a little closer, like this was some kind of secret, "toss a pile of blankets in front of a ten foot step ladder, and kick him off of that."

Pause.

"I did that to Danny too, before. I was so mean to him."

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She nodded, fine, fine. Apologies and more lectures she could handle. Even the grounding she could handle (more time by herself? Perish the thought!), even though it would a bit boring, and she'd have to sneak off to make sure Vega got his class notes.

At least she could study in relative peace, then.

Her mother would probably not be pleased, and Sherry wrinkled her nose at just how long the lecture would be. Maybe she could recite the periodic table in her head if Claire got a little long-winded. "I didn't kick him off, I nudged him off." She put her hands out and pushed the air gently. "His balance is made of crap. But I'll apologize." A pause. "And I'll mean it."