[Oricorio chirps. And flutters back over to her trainer. Preening herself primly. Said trainer's expression doesn't change.]
Someone has to be. Who would save you from birds, if we weren't?
[He tucks his hands in his sleeves -- which looks ridiculous when he's not... wearing the kimono he prefers. If this bothers him, he refuses to show it.]
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Someone has to be. Who would save you from birds, if we weren't?
[He tucks his hands in his sleeves -- which looks ridiculous when he's not... wearing the kimono he prefers. If this bothers him, he refuses to show it.]
Let's go.