"Hey!" Jack whined recovering from his earlier shock.
"Shoo!" He yelled angrily at the bird. In responce the bird raised its tail, the long beautiful feathers creating a large fan behind itself.
Jack continued to try to shoo the peacock away but only managed to get the bird to shake its tail.
"Chura!" A voiice called from the distance and the peacock immediatly dropped its fan. The peacock squaked making Jack cringe.
"Chura!" The voice called again to which the paecock answered with a squak.
At this junchure Jack stood up trying to locate the owner of the calls.
"Chura!" This time the voice came from right behind Jack making him shriek and whip around in time to see a boy scooping up the bird.
The boy had short brown curly hair with matching eyes. His frame was lanky and clad in odd clothes. The jeans he wore hugged his thighs but started splaying out at the knee, his shirt was black and fitted, gripping his frame tightly, it had a long sleave but the left sleave had been neatly cut off.
"Don't ever run away from daddy again!" The boy scolded the bird hoisting the bird onto his shoulder before he turned his atteintion toward Jack.
"I'm so sorry if he caused any trouble." The boy apologized.
"He didn't cause too much trouble." Jack said his eyes narrowing. "Why are you on my property any way?"
"we were hiking on a bike trail when Chura toke off after something, I lost him for a little while and here we are." Jack didn't know wheather he should believe the story or not, it seemed so prepared but he sensed no deception.
"Breck." The young man said holding his hand out.
"Jack Spicer, evil boy genius." Jack said accepting Breck's invitation for civility.