[Michael laughs in loud delight, bright even as shards of glass slice at his face and hands. What does that matter? This is only some temporary shroud of flesh; it's less important to him than the spectacle of a human shattering their own limb. It sounds like it hurt her! How's that even work?
He's so distracted that he doesn't notice Nick Junior's appearance until the bird screeches, and by the time he turns to look, there's already talons in his face. With a muffled curse, Michael stumbles backwards, raising his hands to try to simultaneously shield his face and swat Nick Jr. away.]
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He's so distracted that he doesn't notice Nick Junior's appearance until the bird screeches, and by the time he turns to look, there's already talons in his face. With a muffled curse, Michael stumbles backwards, raising his hands to try to simultaneously shield his face and swat Nick Jr. away.]