Ah-- [but he eats the paper before she can stop him. That's...that's probably not healthy. He is adorable when he wiggles his feet but shes' too out of sorts to take much notice of it, blinking as he taps at the window]
You want out, birdie?
[and she opens it, letting in the cool night air. Maybe knew where home was or maybe didn't want to go...either way....]
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You want out, birdie?
[and she opens it, letting in the cool night air. Maybe knew where home was or maybe didn't want to go...either way....]
Be free.