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Who: Phoebus' Crow, anyone else.
Broadcast: n/a.
Action: Way-station
When: ...Now?? Oct 10th.

[ It's about time. Pheobus' Crow isn't generally one to feel at all claustrophobic but between the strange hair-changing girl and the captain wannabe (though now he supposes he actually is captain, of all the misfortune) he's more than ready to spread his wings and work out the irritable little kinks that have been starting to build in the back of his mind.

The moment they're docked and the main doors open, Crow is gone from the ship and takes to the air. While the mall strip-like areas remain oddly bare and unwelcoming there's at least plenty of room for him to spread his wings and ample space to perch. The courtyard looks nice and all that, but something about having the vacuum of space above his head isn't quite so comforting as an actual roof.

So if you happen to be making your way through the outer ring of the way-station you might just hear the sound of a crow, cawing. Or maybe you're just crazy. Birds in space? Pshaw. ]

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[ ...Handsome. He immediately approves.

The next caw Phoebus' Crow gives is much softer, actually quiet pleased and quiet as he waddles his way, side-stepping until he's much closer to her. he officially grants her permission to pat him, if she wants. This is a kind little child he wouldn't mind adding to his Collection B> ]

[*^* She accepts the invitation and pats him gently on the head. She's not really sure... where birds like to be pet, so she plays it safe and is very gentle. As she pats him she muses out loud]

I was going to look around the shops some more, but I don't know if that would be very interesting for you.

[what do birbs... like to do...? eat seeds from old people?]

[ ...Yes, actually. But he tries not to make a habit of eating in general if he doesn't need to or isn't invited to. Keeping up appearances is the main reason he'd do it, but in this case it doesn't look like Nunners has all that much. And honestly he's quite happy with the delicate little pats she gives, and he warbles in contentment as he tilts his head up back into her small hands.

Take him anywhere *3* just keeeep petting him ]

[hehe, that's adorable, it gets another giggle from her. Cutie patootie. Okay, well she'll take that as 'yo girl I'm cool, let's roll'. It's a little silly to be talking to a bird, but whatever. Nothing wrong with being a little bit silly every now and again]

Well, if you get bored, let me know. [And thanks to the miracle of motorized wheelchairs, she's able to control her path with one hand, and continue pets with the other hand. As they trundle towards the shops, she stops outside of a clothing shop.]

I was looking at these earlier. Most of the dresses are far too expensive to afford. But at least they have some plain skirts to choose from. And there's nothing wrong with simple clothes... [I guess this is what happens when you put Nunnally around someone that she thinks isn't listening or doesn't care, she just mentally processes] It must be nice to not need to worry about clothes.

[ Caw c: Nice and quiet, and a silent agreement. He was born a birb and even if he can assume a more human form, clothing's never been a thing he worried over. Even the Human-looking Tales worried about clothing. Phoebus' Crow thinks it's all kinds of amusing but he won't begrudge Nunnally for it. She called him handsome after all.

He's got credits as well apparently, but he hasn't paid attention to anything like that so far. Crow is much too busy trying to very lightly catch one of Nunnally's fingers in his beak in what has been a very effective "cute" gesture in the past. Hoomans. ]

[she smiles at the caw. Thinking about clothes here is pretty silly. But as she glances at one dress in the back, she notices next to the dresses are some fine clothes for men. In particular a purple jacket catches her eye, dramatic but understated. For a moment her pats slow and she begins to say--] I wonder if Brother--

[ah, and that nip connects. She pauses mid statement and pulls her hand back in surprise. Aha, it was startling but gets the desired reaction. She smiles in a 'oh you...' sort of way, and shakes her head]

Yes, no point on dwelling. [she'd successfully pushed her brother and home entirely out of her mind for this last week, funny that a single jacket would bring it back] Maybe we could find a snack to share? I think I saw a food stand a few shops down...

[ Complete success. Not that he's hungry in particular but her willingness to offer it up and indulge him as well as that fond little look? That might be worth it. Not everyone he's run into had been so...generous. And if he can get babied along the way he is more than okay with it.

So he warbles at her again in reply, leaning down to tap his beak against the bar of her armrest. TALLY HO NUNNERS. ]

[haha, that's what Nunnally is here for. To dote over people and animals and animal people that she finds sweet. The cry of affirmation is received, and she rolls forward in response. Hm hm, what to get.]

I'm afraid I'm not familiar with what birds eat... [she glances down at him before returning her eyes to the path ahead of her]

Ah, do you like seeds? Maybe we could find a bag of trail mix. [a little... plain, but the variety of things would be a nice change from that tofu stuff]

[ Crows will eat anything Nunners no worries here; he isn't about to be picky. He gets a free ride on a swag chair with someone who pets him an calls him handsome. People usually hate crows this is like, birb paradise. All he needs is a jingly bell to play with.

He taps the arm of the chair again when she mentions seeds though :9 ]

Seeds it is, then. [she's mostly quiet from there as they roll up to some convenience store and look through a couple of packages. it's all quite sterile and boring, but she finally chooses the one that looks the least... processed. And it has some various seeds in it! Win win! After ensuring that it's not too expensive, the buys it, and rolls back outside of the shop. Then, she finally looks back at her little crow friend]

Do you have any preference where you'd like to eat?

[she's not really expecting much of an answer. But he seems like a smart bird, maybe he'd understand and lead her to a spot. Might as well be poliiite to birb friend]

[ Nope, no preference :D Just him opening his beak and nosing at her hands with it expectantly because he's cute. See? Look at him turn up the warbly birdy charm here, he's nugding his beak all over those dainty little hands. ]

[Yes yes, so darling. With no preference shown she rolls her chair to the side so they can just.... watch whoever passes by. Which is no one. Worst station ever. She playful tuts him a little as he nudges at her hand, but doesn't seem to mean it. She pours a pile of trail mix into her palm and holds it out for him. Ah...]

Do you want me to pick out any particular things out for you? [it's a nice mix of dried fruit, seeds, nuts, flavorless cereal puffs, and a few bit of chocolate]

[ Yes he does, actually! He'll nudge around with his beak until he can pick up a chocolate piece in his break and hold it up at her; Phoebus' Crow does not like these ones. Immortal or no chocolate has just never sat well with him ): ]

[such a smart bird. She murmurs 'sorry' a little under her breath as she takes the chocolate and places it on a flat bit of the other arm of her wheel chair.]

I know dogs can get very sick from chocolate, I didn't realize you had similar tastes. [but that's so cool, able to pick out what he likes and snack away] You're very smart, it's almost like you can understand everything I say. [hm hm, she snacks on trail mix straight from the bag with her free hand and keeps her other hand extended so he can continue to snack too]

That must make it all the more frustrating to be trapped on a ship like this. It must be hard to be unable to fly around wherever you like...

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