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There is a quiet thump as a black-feathered bird drops from the rafters, landing neatly in a chair.
A moment later that same chair is occupied by a man with dark hair and bright black eyes.
Some things, it seems, cross forms rather well.
Other things, like his dusty jeans and raggedy black coat, do not.
It is the problem with feathers.
Sort of.
Well, that, and the immense mess a beak makes of cookies. They are better inhaled whole. This is why Raven appreciates the approach of a waitrat bearing an enormous plate of cookies.
The bird is hungry, today.
And every day.
It is a thing.
A moment later that same chair is occupied by a man with dark hair and bright black eyes.
Some things, it seems, cross forms rather well.
Other things, like his dusty jeans and raggedy black coat, do not.
It is the problem with feathers.
Sort of.
Well, that, and the immense mess a beak makes of cookies. They are better inhaled whole. This is why Raven appreciates the approach of a waitrat bearing an enormous plate of cookies.
The bird is hungry, today.
And every day.
It is a thing.