[Machi suppresses the instinctive physical flinch when he hears his own bird's raucus, judgmental echo. And just in time, because he knows just enough about big birds to know you can lose your fingers to them--the assurance that he wouldn't get the shit bit out of him for giving this one away is music to his ears.
Pun reluctantly intended.
In fact...
He's still not stupid, but suddenly this deal is looking not only viable, but extremely appealing.
And the very big petty steak in him is getting no small amount of satisfaction at the karmic retribution factor.]
Show me.
[He directs the two syllables, blunt as a brick, to Fordola. He is completely ignoring the bird now, who watches them in disbelief. Its beak is actually cracked open slightly--as though perhaps it was thinking of saying something, but lost the nerve.]
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Pun reluctantly intended.
In fact...
He's still not stupid, but suddenly this deal is looking not only viable, but extremely appealing.
And the very big petty steak in him is getting no small amount of satisfaction at the karmic retribution factor.]
Show me.
[He directs the two syllables, blunt as a brick, to Fordola. He is completely ignoring the bird now, who watches them in disbelief. Its beak is actually cracked open slightly--as though perhaps it was thinking of saying something, but lost the nerve.]