"I thought we were awesome. Awesome people don't cause foodfights in cafeterias, Gilbird. You want me to put chili peppers on today's food?"

"BUT GILBIRD I CAN'T"

[This is epic to read.xD]

(HE CAN'T POISON THE HOSPITAL OOO THAT'D BE SO AWFUL gilbird is a bad, bad influence.)

rocks back and forth in his bed, speaking to an obviously not-present entity. "Gilbird, we'll get in trouble - trouble, trouble, trouble--"

( K THAT'S ENOUGH. I'M HAVING TOO MUCH FUN. -HEADDESK- )

wandered around, invisible this time after realizing materializing tended to go poorly. He even walked in through the open door, glancing

around the cafeteria. Kumajiro wasn't in here, he wouldn't be, but at least there was more then enough room to avoid the unpleasant feeling

of walking through something, or someone. Matthew blinked and tugged his hoodie down, over-hearing Gilbert's mumblings and looking around

before sneaking over and whispering quietly. "Excuse me? What's a Gil Bird?"

He could see nothing, unfortunately - rather, his eyes were pointed quite intently on the window. He replied regardless, though.

"Gilbird. My friend." He gestured to his shoulder, where the bird was sitting. "Nobody sees him. But I do."

He looked around, trying to find the source of the voice, but saw nothing. "...I CAN'T SEE YOU," he noted, squinting unhappily.

"Um," He laughed nervously, "That happens sometimes. It's hard to fix. I'm really here ok? On your left?" He waved a hand in Gilbert's face.