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[Kurt's room comes into view. In front of the window there's a birdcage with a canary talking with a white lion , of all creatures. The lion is paying attention to the bird's chirping, replying to him from time to time.]
Seven years? You're not that old, I think canaries live to nearly fourteen years old. [The bird chirps again, but unlike the lion he's not understandable. The lion raises up a paw and moves it closer to the bird's cage.]
Maahes, you aren't trying to free Pavarotti again, are you? [The lion quickly removes his paw again as soon as Kurt opens the door of his bathroom, a hairbrush on his hand.]
Who, me?
Yes, you. I need to take care of him, I can't let him free. He would die. [The daemon looks at him with a sad expression, and then nods.]
I know, I know....I will behave. And I promise I won't scratch your Dalton uniform again.
[Kurt sighs and sits on the bed.] Come here, dummy. [The lion does so, sprawling himself comfortably in front of Kurt as the boy brushes his fur.]
Seven years? You're not that old, I think canaries live to nearly fourteen years old. [The bird chirps again, but unlike the lion he's not understandable. The lion raises up a paw and moves it closer to the bird's cage.]
Maahes, you aren't trying to free Pavarotti again, are you? [The lion quickly removes his paw again as soon as Kurt opens the door of his bathroom, a hairbrush on his hand.]
Who, me?
Yes, you. I need to take care of him, I can't let him free. He would die. [The daemon looks at him with a sad expression, and then nods.]
I know, I know....I will behave. And I promise I won't scratch your Dalton uniform again.
[Kurt sighs and sits on the bed.] Come here, dummy. [The lion does so, sprawling himself comfortably in front of Kurt as the boy brushes his fur.]