Blits had an epiphany. It wasn't a drastic or severe one by any means. Nothing related to himself being poisoned or dying. It had come upon him while he'd been in the midst of climbing up a tree to take a small nap. He had absolutely no clue what he was. Blits knew he wasn't normal for sure. Nearly everyone around here walked on four legs. They had fur, not feathers. There certainly wasn't anyone around that was as vibrant as he is. For his kind back home he is normal spare the horns. Here? He certainly is an odd case. An odd creature that he doesn't have a name for. Blits, however, is totally smart. He has great ideas and is great at many different things. This case of not knowing what he was? It would be just another chance to prove himself and just how smart and totally not stupid he was. A chance to exhibit his totally legitimate and entirely present intelligence, the part of his mind that wasn't electrically fried into oblivion.

Blits didn't know a lot of common creatures. He was used to thinking of creatures in a monstrous light. Beasts that towered over skyscrapers, beasts that looked like they were the manifestation of sleep paralysis demons and nightmares alike. Horrific beasts with too many teeth and too many limbs and horrifying powers beyond what could be considered normal. That was Blits' norm, however. He was used to those odd and terrifying creatures. However, when it came to some creatures, they were so universal that even Blits knew of them. Mostly those creatures that youths would know. Frogs, cats, dogs, and several kinds of birds. Storks were ones that Blits knew about. What he knew about them was quite limited. They delivered human babies to his knowledge. That was quite neat in Blits' mind. But they were also good at kicking stuff. He remembered seeing a video of one punting a snake pretty hard. He could test that out! He did have quite a long neck, and legs, and wings! There was hardly any difference between him and a stork, surely.

Despite his searching, Blits could not find any snakes to kick. Quite the disappointment. He did find a few worms, though, but they weren't snakes and therefore didn't qualify. Grumbles accompanied his search as he scoured for a snake to kick to see if he happened to be part stork. Alas, after a few hours of searching, the vibrant green creature threw in the towel. He'd settle on something else. Blits' orange gaze fell to some rocks - they weren't too big. He could probably kick them pretty well if he was actually part stork. If not? He'd probably still be fine. Blits wasn't used to getting hurt. Pain wasn't too common for him. Not fully understood by Blits' mindset. Blits shook out his body, preparing himself. Then he raced forward, rearing up his body and performed a solid kick with the top of his scaly foot to the stone. Immediately pain swelled up and shot through him. A sharp screech sounded from him as he recoiled, hobbling on his other foot and madly flapping his wings. "Ow! Ow, ow," Blits hissed through gritted teeth, wings splayed out for balance. This had not gone well at all, but at least now he knew that he was not part stork.

Blits began to limp back to the camp, struggling to not use his hurt foot. It stung sharply, and putting weight on the limbs was such a bad idea that after one attempt Blits knew better than to try it again. Eventually the sinornithosaurus sat down, even if such a position was somewhat sprawled due to not being able to put weight on his foot. He usually was able to sit and perch more in the position of a bird, but with an injured foot such certainly wasn't possible. He tried to curl his talons, and winced. "I didn't know rocks made stuff go numb," Blits mumbled with a small shake of his horned head. He really should have looked harder for a snake in hindsight.

Blits hadn't expected for not just one, but for three people to arrive to see what he had done to injure himself. His head lifted up a little from the ground, looking at the first to show up. His face scrunched up a little when he was insulted with the term 'dumbass'. However, such was quickly shook away from his mind. Usually whenever the insult was tossed his way it was used in a loving way. Its insulting ability was quickly shook from him, and dismissed for its hostile intent. "Ah, rocks aren't bugs. So it shouldn't get infected," Blits reassures with a nod of his horned head. Infection certainly came from bugs. Or acid. He was fairly certain that acid was another way that something could get infected. Rotten food, too. His jaws had opened to give Aphra an answer, but he was swiftly interrupted.

"It wasn't entertaining, yea." Blits mistakes the other's words - something that he usually tends to do whenever he can't quite comprehend the meaning behind it. Being told that injury could be exciting? Such a thing his fried mind could not grasp at all. Blits hadn't exactly interacted with Octane enough to know about how he got his thrills. Blits' ideas of fun and excitement were far from putting himself in any form of a dangerous situation. Any of them, all of them were mostly prohibited by his logic. He didn't like it when his husband got into danger. The same likely applied for when he got in danger as well. Therefore, all the Sinornithosaurus could do was simply agree that the aching and pain in his foot certainly was no form of entertaining. He curls his tail a little closer while trying to curl the talons of his hurt foot. Blits winces as pain shoots up, sharp teeth gritting. He certainly remembers why pain certainly far from a pleasant emotion. Usually he never would have a way to do something so outrageously harmful to get himself injured. His tasks never would allow for such a thing.

Finally, Michael arrives. Blits' orange gaze flickers over, another distraction to the question that Aphra had asked of him as to how he had actually gotten injured in the first place. He notes the nod and the sigh. Sure, he can't quite grasp why the other is sighing, but it really isn't his place to question such a thing. Probably out of breath or something of the like, his tail curling behind him to fall to a different position. The question Aphra asked is returned to his mind, and his eyes flicker as he remembers that yes, he'd meant to answer such a thing. "Oh! Well, I had a great thought. Get lots of those but this was a real head turner. I wanted to figure out what kind of bird I was. I'm too big to be a pigeon and I don't have enough legs to be a jellyfish," Blits waves one of his wings as if to explain that his feathers did not qualify as enough limbs, "so I decided the logical answer was either a chicken or a stork. I think I remember storks being pretty good at kicking snakes. Couldn't find any snakes so I, uh, kicked a rock. It didn't move." His tone falters briefly with his last statement, probably upset over his failproof plan to determine his bird species ending in failure.

Blits' head turned to note the approach of two more people. 'Bird thing' was quite the correct statement to address Blits by. His entire body covered in sea foam green feathers that varied in their contrast. Most creatures weren't such an outlandish hue of green, but such a shade of green Blits had possessed since his hatching. Another bird attribute, hatching - although to be fair such a thing happened in a different universe where all different sorts of logics, antics, and universal playbooks were being used. "I can?" Blits replied, sounding utterly bewildered. His orange eyes were wide with utter disbelief. He had never heard of something dirty causing for ail before! It left the sinornithosaurus absolutely shocked, tail flicking behind him. The idea of dirt, rocks, and other disgusting things actually getting in him caused for his vibrantly colored face to scrunch up.

His horned head turned to address the other new arrival to the scene of the idiotic bird looking creature's injury. The glowing held his attention, reminding him of some of the creatures that he was used to back home. Creatures that glowed, creatures that had far too many eyes or mouths or were so hybridized that their parts couldn't be distinguished from the whole. It was helpful, in the slightest sense, giving Blits the slightest notion of ease and pulling his mind from the thoughts of rocks somehow clogging up his bloodstream. "Um. Sure. I don't think rocks in my blood would be good," Blits replies. A wince comes from the vibrant idiot as he curls his injured foot before outstretching the limb a little more. It hurts, the new position, and his jagged teeth clench together. Injuries were not common to Blits. He did not like them at all. The sitting position felt awkward at best and painful at worst. "Even if the rock I kicked was way too big to somehow get in me. I hope. It was a pretty big rock. Had to make sure the test would be authentic." He squawks, rubbing away an itch with a motion of one of his fluffy wings.