[At the first sign of attack, Ashiya had ducked into a small ball on the park bench, his arms over his head to protect his valuable nogging. But no attack materialises. Instead, he feels the very softest touch of... are those feathers? as something moves across him, and from behind the protection of his arms, he can see a dude shooing the Pidoves away, until the whole flock of them scatters, taking off for nearby trees with annoyed coos.]
I'm saved!
[Is he crying, he is absolutely crying, that is just what Ashiya does. If his emotions are anywhere below a four or above a seven, he cries.]
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I'm saved!
[Is he crying, he is absolutely crying, that is just what Ashiya does. If his emotions are anywhere below a four or above a seven, he cries.]