3 counts of breaching prohibition
[The sharp collision of metal resounds and dies with the fluctuating echo of a small item tumbling over a complex of silver pipes on its downward path to the asphalt, a dozen meters up from the industrial balcony where Toshi lingers at. Footsteps pervade as he walks the metal installation in search of other unhinged bolts. They are quickly acquired and the initial noise of clashing metal repeats, this time however an unusual cry erupts and terminates into the distance.]
I hate birds...
I do not feel this way because they shit all over this place... because Discedo's breeds are difficult target practice... because they won't shut up. No. It's not this city; it's the same everywhere I go.
I hate the freedom of birds.
I'd have all their wings crippled.
I hate birds...
I do not feel this way because they shit all over this place... because Discedo's breeds are difficult target practice... because they won't shut up. No. It's not this city; it's the same everywhere I go.
I hate the freedom of birds.
I'd have all their wings crippled.