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This would appear to be an eight-year-old girl with feathery wings.
This seems highly unlikely to be what actually is, of course, but that is sure what appears to be.
She is trudging morosely through town, attracting odd looks, peering around at everything.
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pen_is_wow
pen_is_wow
"Was back way there - not matter, though, not work now. Go a cows place. Any door same now."
furtive_heroics
And there's no way to contact her parents. Probably. Right, okay.
"Well. Do you have food on you, a place to sleep?"
"Well. Do you have food on you, a place to sleep?"
furtive_heroics
"... That won't do. Will your parents be particularly offended if I feed you and let you crash on my couch?"
furtive_heroics
"I don't know, I have visions of an angry winged mother showing up and screeching at me. C'mon, I can feed you and let you crash on my couch."
furtive_heroics
"... Mmmmaybe not. Eh. Fine, you can take the bed, I'll have the couch."
He starts walking towards his house!
He starts walking towards his house!
furtive_heroics
He looks at her dubiously. "You don't actually know where my house is," he points out.
furtive_heroics
Walking, walking, walking:
And then they reach his home, a tiny little place nestled off an out of the way street, and he unlocks the door and holds it open for her.
"Home sweet home," he says, lightly. "Kind of small, but I like it. The neighborhood's nice."
And then they reach his home, a tiny little place nestled off an out of the way street, and he unlocks the door and holds it open for her.
"Home sweet home," he says, lightly. "Kind of small, but I like it. The neighborhood's nice."