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[mourirdemain]

[he can be found sitting underneath a tree in the park near the pond, once again with a bird propped upon a finger as he has a pleasant little conversation with it]

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[praedari]

[was in the process of buying some candy for his niece, and stops upon landing eyes on a kid who. is. talking. to a bird. ...well, i guess you can find about anything in a city this big.]

[approaches the kid with the bird once paying for the bag of sweets] Does the bird ever respond to you?

[mourirdemain]

[looks up at him and smiles] Of course. She tells lovely stories if one is willing to stretch their imagination.

[praedari]

... [opens mouth to say something, but decides against it]

What is she saying?

[mourirdemain]

Oh, you know. She's singing away about the beauty of the sky.

[chuckles softly] In case you're wondering, no. I don't truly believe that I'm capable of understanding animals. I simply enjoy listening to the song.

[unemulate]

[I-It's been a while since your mafioso brother came and waxed poetic with you, Ion. He's standing behind said tree, leaning against it and listening to your conversation.]

[mourirdemain]

[his love for you still burns bright/ tilts his head just a bit at the bird who chatters away with a slightly different pitch than before. he simply smiles, talking on about the state of the world]

[unemulate]

[He snorts at the conversation, keeping his arms folded across his chest. He turns his head slightly so he can stare at you from the corner of his eye, his eyebrows turned down in contempt. B|]

[mourirdemain]

[turns his head upwards and looks around, saying nothing for a few moments]

You can join me, if you wish.