[Part of him childishly wanted him to take a moment to chew on a non-pointy part just to make a point. Instead he took it without a word and jumped back. He lifted the weapon over his head and wiggled it from side to side, catching the sunlight.

Feathers was the first to stop preening and cant his head at Night quizzically. Then, that same dreamful look on his birdy face, he happily strode right over for an affectionate nuzzle. One by one, the chocobos relented of their preenfest...]

Maybe they like how shiny it is! Did they follow you before?

[And just like that, he wound back and gave the boomerang a heave. It spun and got some air, circling its way around as the birds watched in fascination.]

...I think you discovered the power to control chocobos or something! Wanna work at the ranch, Materia? It's super fun!