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Tyberius sat up straighter, excited that he managed to coerce his roommate into michief. "Yesss." He thought he knew a better way to go about this, though. If he turned into a bird and snatched away their toys, the parents couldn't get mad. You couldn't really get mad at a bird, could you? If they saw him deposit the bucket and spade on top of Levi though, they would probably come talk to him to get it back. They wouldn't buy the excuse that the bird chose him as the rightful owner of the bucket.

"Buying one takes so much work when theres a perfectly good set right there. I want that one, I don't want some storebought one." Artfully ignoring the last comment, Ty also ignored the fact that the children's bucket was also likely storebought. It didn't matter where it came from, all that mattered to him right now was that they had a thing he wanted, and it needed to be taken. "If I turn into a bird and either take it or distract the parents, that'll work better I think." No parent likes when their child is attacked by a bird, and surely no bucket would be worth rescuing when you're being fussed at by an angry raven.

Ty nodded, leaning in as directions came to him. He would need to make sure that he stole other little things, too. Maybe he could fish around in their coolers for food. Or maybe they would end up feeding him. He liked that idea best, weasel some food out of them and steal their buckets. "Alright. Just make sure you're watching in case something goes wrong. I don't know what kinds of powers they have, but hopefully it's nothing serious. " Easing himself away from their little sandcastle, Ty watched the children interact with each other before returning to their castle. They looked distracted enough, and he quietly began the change from person to raven. Small bits of black feathers rolled out, his skin prickling as the jet black feathers spaced out across his shrinking body. In a few seconds, he was a large black bird, stark against the pale colours of the sand.

Making a soft croaking noise, Ty extended out his wings, flapping gently. Making the move over to the little family, Ty hopped and floated over to the parents, pausing every now and then to reexamine them. They noticed him quickly — he stood out unfairly against the usual seagulls and little beach runners. They were staring back at him, and he paused for a moment, his head turning every which way to make sure they wouldn't throw things at him to make him leave. Boldly hopping closer, Ty stretched out his wings again, making a demanding squack in their direction. They seemed to get the point, and began tossing little bits of bread in his direction. Offended by their meager offering, Ty made a louder noise this time, hopping closer as he went straight for the cooler. The parents seemed to be enjoying themselves, taking pictures as he fished around in their food box with a foot, changing feet everytime the other got too cold.

Finding nothing interesting, Ty sat staring accusingly at them, finally flying at their faces. He wanted food. As he flapped and screeched at the couple, he was satisfied to hear their dismayed cries. His claws latched onto the female's hat, and he flew a little higher, out and away from their towels. Wheeling up over them, he dropped it somewhere on the sand before diving back at them, biting and grabbing at their hair and skin with his claws. The parents were quick to pack up their things, hurridly calling to their children. Ty saw that the children were trying to take the buckets, and he screeched at them, diving at them as well now. The children were faster on the uptake than their parents, dropping the buckets to take off after their parents. Settling himself down on his new prize. Ty stared at them as they hurried off down the beach, extending out his wings with a final threatening uhhk as they turned back to look if he was following.

Hopping off of his temporary perch, Ty fluffed out his feathers as he tried to cool himself down after his attack. It had taken a lot of energy to lift such a heavy body, and the black feathers did not help with overheating. The bucket and spade had been secured, and he picked up the plastic little spade to set it in the bucket for easier transport. Hopping all around the overturned bucket, Tyberius struggled for a moment to overturn it, wishing that birds had thumbs or some other type of limb to aid in flipping buckets. Managing to knock it over with a foot, he gently placed his prize inside the bucket, lifting himself up to hover above the bucket, snatching it off the sand with his claws.

He was smug now, hearing Levi's laughter. It was a good successful attack, and he was proud of himself for achieving his goal. Coasting the short distance back to Levi, Ty dropped the bucket, landing heavily a little ways away from the other boy. Opening his beak, Ty ruffled out his feathers again. He had forgotten the clothes issue when he changed, and that was now very heavily on his mind. He didn't want to change in front of Levi, nor did he want to change in such a public place. Stuck, he could only make a demanding sort of caw, turning his head to one side and the other.

Ty followed the boy's gaze, and was dismayed to see more people than he had anticipated. When you're human, you don't think about crowds as often. He didn't know what he wanted the other boy to do, but he just wanted him to do something about this situation. Ty let out an irritated noise in response to the question. Of course he would be naked, it wasn't like he could take clothes with him when he changed. He would look stupid as a bird if his clothes shrunk and changed with him. In fact, he wasn't exactly sure where his clothes went off to. It was like they were attached to his body one moment, and gone the next.

Fluffing out his wings, Tyberius hopped up, his wings giving him enough reistance to gently float back to the sand. Bunching himself up, he hopped once more, his wings working to lift him up. Flapping and flailing a bit, Ty landed awkwardly on top of Levi, his wings flicking as he shifted to adjust his weight more comfortably on his chosen shoulder. Running his beak through Levi's hair, he tugged gently but insistently on a lock of the dark fibres, staring down intently at the bucket and looking back up at Levi to make sure it wasn't left behind. He didn't go through all this work to just leave it.