[ Not good, when no companions sounds a lot like no friends. Then again, that's probably jumping to conclusions, projecting — it doesn't have to mean anything so sad. Maybe he's not saving somebirdie a seat, that's all, Kazuaki thinks, and instantly, he second-guesses offering the man his company. Maybe I should go... What if he's just being polite, but he actually wants to be alone?
Giving himself a shake, he resolves to do his best to act a little more like a capable bird, though he fidgets with the fringe on his scarf as he hops up onto the Bench That Happens To Be There Now, and continues his fidgeting once seated. ]
[it is suddenly very difficult to resist the urge to take this plump bird and hug it — the scarf only makes it look all the more plush and cuddly — but francel tries to remind himself that he is speaking with a sentient being, not a talking, walking stuffed animal.
...even if that sentient being does, in fact, look like an adorably nervous and fidgety stuffed animal.]
I suppose there is a solace in being alone together, yes.
[...this might lapse into an awkward silence. at... least he's staring.]
[ Is there? Is that why he's being stared at? It's nice to think that he's somehow managed to provide solace after all, but—
This is absolutely turning into an awkward silence, so Kazuaki hurries to focus on the conversation, nodding vigorously. ]
Y-yes! There is, isn't there? If we're alone together, we're not really alone anymore...! [ Hesitantly, he musters a smile with... his beak. ] I'm glad you think so, I mean. For a moment, I was worried... You looked sad, but I'm nobirdie you know, and I just invited myself into your space all of a sudden...
[nobirdie... nobirdie... fury have mercy, why is that so darling...]
You mustn't be so concerned about my space. It's not as though I'm anybirdie special.
[two awkward boys, sitting on a bench together, trying to make their silence less awkward. sensing kazuaki's discomfort, however, francel smiles, trying to resist the urge to reach out and stroke the quail's feathers.]
[ That simple compliment prompts a mix of emotions, all welling up at once — hopeful joy, trepidation, disbelief. Kazuaki clutches at his scarf, bunching it together, and buries his face in it, overcome. It hides the glimmer of tears springing to his eyes for no good reason while he takes several deep breaths before reemerging. ]
You're so nice...!
[ How to return the compliment occupies his thoughts for the next few moments; he looks Francel over. ]
I've never met a bird like you before, but your wings are very pretty, did you know that?
[this is, somehow, even more adorable than the casual pronouncement of nobirdie — francel has to repress yet another violent urge to wrap his arms around the large button quail and cuddle it. he smiles broadly, however, visibly amused by this innocent compliment; he flaps his large white wings.]
Haha! I'm afraid that's because I am not a bird as such — technically speaking, I am a dragon.
[it's strange to think that he can say that so easily now. once upon a time it would have made him sick just to think about turning into a dravanian, but now...]
You may think of me as your fellow bird if you wish, however. I would be most flattered.
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[ Not good, when no companions sounds a lot like no friends. Then again, that's probably jumping to conclusions, projecting — it doesn't have to mean anything so sad. Maybe he's not saving somebirdie a seat, that's all, Kazuaki thinks, and instantly, he second-guesses offering the man his company. Maybe I should go... What if he's just being polite, but he actually wants to be alone?
Giving himself a shake, he resolves to do his best to act a little more like a capable bird, though he fidgets with the fringe on his scarf as he hops up onto the Bench That Happens To Be There Now, and continues his fidgeting once seated. ]
Me neither... So it works out?
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...even if that sentient being does, in fact, look like an adorably nervous and fidgety stuffed animal.]
I suppose there is a solace in being alone together, yes.
[...this might lapse into an awkward silence. at... least he's staring.]
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This is absolutely turning into an awkward silence, so Kazuaki hurries to focus on the conversation, nodding vigorously. ]
Y-yes! There is, isn't there? If we're alone together, we're not really alone anymore...! [ Hesitantly, he musters a smile
with... his beak. ] I'm glad you think so, I mean. For a moment, I was worried... You looked sad, but I'm nobirdie you know, and I just invited myself into your space all of a sudden...no subject
You mustn't be so concerned about my space. It's not as though I'm anybirdie special.
[two awkward boys, sitting on a bench together, trying to make their silence less awkward. sensing kazuaki's discomfort, however, francel smiles, trying to resist the urge to reach out and stroke the quail's feathers.]
I do like your scarf.
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[ That simple compliment prompts a mix of emotions, all welling up at once — hopeful joy, trepidation, disbelief. Kazuaki clutches at his scarf, bunching it together, and buries his face in it, overcome. It hides the glimmer of tears springing to his eyes for no good reason while he takes several deep breaths before reemerging. ]
You're so nice...!
[ How to return the compliment occupies his thoughts for the next few moments; he looks Francel over. ]
I've never met a bird like you before, but your wings are very pretty, did you know that?
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Haha! I'm afraid that's because I am not a bird as such — technically speaking, I am a dragon.
[it's strange to think that he can say that so easily now. once upon a time it would have made him sick just to think about turning into a dravanian, but now...]
You may think of me as your fellow bird if you wish, however. I would be most flattered.