[surprise alarm clock for the bungalows, probably! there is a loud, squawking bird making a heckuva lot of noise along the beach near that way as the captain walks the shoreline that early in the morning. still a few stars out and all
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At least, she could figure out why it was so loud.*
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the bird, through some miracle mix of squabbling and flailing, reeled up and around, coming to a graceless crash on the sand at harlock's feet. with his eyes still fixed on the tentacle, he slowly came to kneel as a show of attentiveness for his frightened friend.]
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Hello? Is that animal yours? What's it called?
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his kneeling posture does straighten, though, because he may not be outright weirded out but he can certainly be cautious of the thing that tried to snatch his pal.]
He's his own.
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She didn't mean to hurt him, but yeah, she probably should be a little more careful with her curiousity.*
Oh! I thought I heard him speaking human, but I wasn't sure. It sounded like it, but, I wasn't sure how he would do it with his beak...
*yeah, she's pretty sure he's actually a sentient race now. The bird, I mean. in fact, she tries to turn to the bird, and speak with him*
What's your name? I'm Karin! Sorry if I scared you, Mr. I didn't know, I just never seen anything like you before...
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as for harlock, he has no intention of interrupting the interaction and remains silent. hearing mr. bird chat it up with an octopus would be a new one, after all.]
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