[Yanni doesn't flinch away either, even with those eyes staring at him. He's always had a love and respect for birds, after all, and even if the rest of his life is filled with bitter resentment, they're one shred of joy left in it.
So he reaches out to pet the hawk gently, as if he's already done this with a certain other bird of his.]
I like birds. Polly helps me remember stuff I forget. I'd be in an awful lot of trouble without 'er.
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So he reaches out to pet the hawk gently, as if he's already done this with a certain other bird of his.]
I like birds. Polly helps me remember stuff I forget. I'd be in an awful lot of trouble without 'er.