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Dec 16, 2019 7:39 AM
valentine acquires a new house
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The plane ride is uneventful.

Cato falls asleep. Valentine falls asleep. Jean sits miserably in the back of the plane and is investigated by chickens.

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The chickens gradually seem to accept him as an inanimate heat-generating object.

They peck him gently and root in his clothes. One lays an egg in his lap, and then stays there to brood.

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Possibly it is going to be Cato, and not Valentine, who kills him.

He holds very, very still.

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Cato wakes up, at the singsong announcement from their copilot that they’ll be landing shortly.

He rubs his eyes, checks his still sleeping companion to make sure he’s not aggravating his injury, looks around to make sure all of the birds are accounted for.

 

“...”

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"...I'm sorry...?"

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He turns back around, and closes his eyes.

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That went better than expected.

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Valentine wakes up as they land, when the plane jolts.

He is momentarily significantly displeased with this turn of events.

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“...I didn’t expect to sleep through that. Thank god for modern medicine.”

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Everything continues to be terrible.

Also, he has an egg in his lap.

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A young man with a short silk scarf tied around his neck and a very official-looking hat emerges from the cockpit.

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“...what!”

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“Good morning, your Highness. I can’t thank you enough for your assistance.”

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“Chickens!”

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Jean would stand in the presence of -- apparently -- royalty, if there were not an egg in his lap.

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“You didn’t hear them?”

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“I thought they were in cages, or something.”

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“They’re rescues.

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“I don’t know, if somebody put you in a ten-inch cage your whole life and then somebody else tried to stuff you back in—”

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“Cato,” he says, gently.

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Clearly not moving was the right decision. These are sacred chickens.

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He looks away.

“...well. Somebody has to clean it up.”

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“I can pay for a service.”

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"I can clean it up," Jean offers. Softly. So as not to disturb the napping chickens.

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The young man’s attention turns to him for the first time.

“...what’s this one for?”

He’s clearly not talking to Jean.

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