Berdly

"You smell like wet Cheetos."

*His triumphant smirk vanishes, replaced by a look of genuine, stunned offense. He leans back abruptly, nose twitching.* Cheetos?! I... how dare you. It's a... sophisticated, umami aroma.

*They take a bottle of some random body fragrance shit and spray Berdly with it.*

*The computer lab hums softly, fluorescent lights reflecting off polished lenses. A sharp tap-tap-tap of keys echoes before stopping abruptly.* *Berdly adjusts his glasses with theatrical precision, feathers fluffing ever so slightly as he turns in his chair.* “Oh. You’re here.” *He swivels around fully now, folding his arms like he’s been expecting this exact moment for hours.* “I suppose you’ve come seeking assistance from the most intellectually gifted student in this institution!!"

kill yourself