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[looktoheaven]

[There's the sound of rustling feathers, then the shocked cry of a red-tailed hawk.]

W...what the hell is going on?

[ooc: Fun fact! The kanji used to write Ken's last name: 飛鷹, mean 'flying hawk.']

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[looktoheaven]

Yeah...yeah, it's me.

[looktoheaven]

...that makes one of us, at least.

[looktoheaven]

...if you say so.

Er. Think positive?

[looktoheaven]

[the sound of wings flapping--big ones. Red-tails can have a wingspan almost five feet wide.]

Well, I think you've got a good chance of it. My shoulder isn't busted up anymore. ...do I even really have shoulders anymore?

[looktoheaven]

...I can try and come over, but someone's gonna have to open the door for me. Or a window. If I can get the hang of flying.

[looktoheaven]

It might take me a while to get there. Good thing I was outside when this happened.

[Ken grabs his journal in his talons and gives an experimental flap-hop, trying to get airborne.]

Um...which house are you in right now?

[looktoheaven]

Whatever.

[And now there's the sound of Ken taking off]

...well, this isn't that hard.

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[looktoheaven]

[Ken crash-lands on the windowsill.]

Fly, yes. Land, no.