Redhawk Caldera There's a random painted highway and a muzzle of bees

Oh good heavens. The child was talking again. Ash would have tripped over his own four feet trying to get away if the boy had inched any closer, but luckily (for him, at least), he had traipsed further away to the tree where his sparrow had made its home. He'd placed tiny paws upon the dark wood, eyes gleaming up at the bird. 

Maybe Ashmedai could sneak away.

In three... two... one... He lifted a foot to take a step away from the child engrossed with the bird, then another, then another and was about to flee when the child's tiny head snapped to the side, curious eyes meeting Ashmedai's own. Ha ha ha. Shit-birb? He then mumbled to himself, and horror-struck, Ash's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. Swearing... is not for pups!.

No! No shit bird! Sparrow! In what he could only hope to be a cajoling tone, Ashmedai attempted to change the subject matter from cursing to good, proper speech. Speech befitting of a prince. Speech that was not littered with vulgarities and inaccurate vocabulary.

I'm such a hypocrite, Ash would then groan to himself under his breath, knowing that he'd caught the child's attention. Just... somebody, save me now