[At the very least, the spectacle has distracted Spike and Ein from their own panic, Ein hopping out of Spike's arms to go chase after the birds himself. Spike, still flat on his ass, stares ahead at them both for a second, watching Ein chase the birds (and, effectively, the girl) with big, startled eyes.]
H-hey--
[Well, shit, now he's gotta deal with this, huh? Spike scrambles to his feet, scooping up some pebbles as he does, and starts beaning them at those gulls. It only takes one or two getting hit for them to disperse, at least, what with the added help of a mop stick and a yipping field dog.]
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H-hey--
[Well, shit, now he's gotta deal with this, huh? Spike scrambles to his feet, scooping up some pebbles as he does, and starts beaning them at those gulls. It only takes one or two getting hit for them to disperse, at least, what with the added help of a mop stick and a yipping field dog.]
What the hell do you think you're doing, kid?