Lex stumbled and slipped, nearly sliding down a steep drop. He threw out his hands, balancing himself as Fat Kevin took off cawing righteously in protest at being tossed from his perch. Lex windmilled his arms, prancing from foot to foot as worked off his energy from the near drop. Alright, alright.
"Welp, that could have been better." At least he hadn't got that on camera. That would have been so embarrassing! He shook his head, running his hands though his mane of white curls. "You good, Fat Kevin?" He called, searching for the fluttering bird.
The pidove landed back on his shoulder, giving a disgruntle coo and shook himself, feathers fluffing up before preening himself.