[That description gave Winston some pause, trying to steel himself for it by making a mental image from what Peter described. Of course, before he can fully imagine anything, there's already a big behemoth of a bug standing before them- tall enough that it needs to look down at Winston to study him at a glance... and in return, he can't help but stare blankly back at it for a while.]
[He smacks his lips, letting his mouth hang open for a good few seconds before finally speaking.]
no subject
[He smacks his lips, letting his mouth hang open for a good few seconds before finally speaking.]
So.
Decidedly not a bird.