.....Free?

Why on earth do you think I would help you? Your master means nothing to me.

Please?

Krr!

Bedroom..

Fine then, we'll start there. Show me the way.

[ Sin led the way to callum's home. To Danny's bedroom. There were no trace of the boy around other than his feathers that had been left at the floor by the bedside table ]

Disappeared, no trace... Not smell... No scent. No warning. No sound.

Mm. He is an interdimentional being, is he not? I doubt that he's the only one.

Hm..... He's.... He's afraid of clocks... Cal.. Callum took down all.... Clocks, big clocks. For him.

Of... clocks? What an odd thing to be afraid of...

Mm. I don't doubt the two are related.

Grandfather Clock. Gone. No reason.

Well I'm not exactly a clock expert, nor am I an interdimentional being.

[ Sinclair let out a saddened and worried purr ]

Why on earth do you think I would help you? Your master means nothing to me.

Please?

Krr!

Bedroom..

Fine then, we'll start there. Show me the way.

[ Sin led the way to callum's home. To Danny's bedroom. There were no trace of the boy around other than his feathers that had been left at the floor by the bedside table ]

Disappeared, no trace... Not smell... No scent. No warning. No sound.

Mm. He is an interdimentional being, is he not? I doubt that he's the only one.

Hm..... He's.... He's afraid of clocks... Cal.. Callum took down all.... Clocks, big clocks. For him.

Of... clocks? What an odd thing to be afraid of...

Mm. I don't doubt the two are related.

Grandfather Clock. Gone. No reason.

Why on earth do you think I would help you? Your master means nothing to me.

Please?

Krr!

Bedroom..

Fine then, we'll start there. Show me the way.

[ Sin led the way to callum's home. To Danny's bedroom. There were no trace of the boy around other than his feathers that had been left at the floor by the bedside table ]

Disappeared, no trace... Not smell... No scent. No warning. No sound.

Mm. He is an interdimentional being, is he not? I doubt that he's the only one.

Hm..... He's.... He's afraid of clocks... Cal.. Callum took down all.... Clocks, big clocks. For him.

Of... clocks? What an odd thing to be afraid of...

Why on earth do you think I would help you? Your master means nothing to me.

Please?

Krr!

Bedroom..

Fine then, we'll start there. Show me the way.

[ Sin led the way to callum's home. To Danny's bedroom. There were no trace of the boy around other than his feathers that had been left at the floor by the bedside table ]

Disappeared, no trace... Not smell... No scent. No warning. No sound.

Mm. He is an interdimentional being, is he not? I doubt that he's the only one.

Hm..... He's.... He's afraid of clocks... Cal.. Callum took down all.... Clocks, big clocks. For him.

Why on earth do you think I would help you? Your master means nothing to me.

Please?

Krr!

Bedroom..

Fine then, we'll start there. Show me the way.

[ Sin led the way to callum's home. To Danny's bedroom. There were no trace of the boy around other than his feathers that had been left at the floor by the bedside table ]

Disappeared, no trace... Not smell... No scent. No warning. No sound.

Why on earth do you think I would help you? Your master means nothing to me.

Please?

Krr!

Bedroom..

Fine then, we'll start there. Show me the way.

[ Sin led the way to callum's home. To Danny's bedroom. There were no trace of the boy around other than his feathers that had been left at the floor by the bedside table ]

Why on earth do you think I would help you? Your master means nothing to me.

Please?

Krr!

Bedroom..

Why on earth do you think I would help you? Your master means nothing to me.

Please?

Krr!

Why on earth do you think I would help you? Your master means nothing to me.

Please?

Feathers.... Pretty...

...You're referring to... my feathers?

[ Uncertainty, but allows it... why does he allow it? ]

[ Sinclair buries his face in his wings ]

[ Stolas tenses, feathers ruffling in the place where his wings were cut off, leaving gnarly scars behind. The grip on his own arms tensed, he didn't know if he enjoyed it or not. ]

Soft.......

Soft... hm. Yes, I do groom often, it is important for proper etiquette

Pretty.....

If you ever bothered to do the same to your own, you wouldn't need to do any of this. You look like a mess.

Did your owner seriously—first he wants a broken one then refuses to groom it. How negligent. Hurry up and turn around.

[ Stolas huffs, pulling out his preening comb before running it through Sinclair's feathers all down his wings, straightening them out and making them neat and proper, letting the lose feathers fall out harmlessly as all the twigs and leaves and other debree came out. ]

[ Sinclair Purred, his tail wagging slightly, he liked it, it felt soft and good ]

Feathers.... Pretty...

...You're referring to... my feathers?

[ Uncertainty, but allows it... why does he allow it? ]

[ Sinclair buries his face in his wings ]

[ Stolas tenses, feathers ruffling in the place where his wings were cut off, leaving gnarly scars behind. The grip on his own arms tensed, he didn't know if he enjoyed it or not. ]

Soft.......

Soft... hm. Yes, I do groom often, it is important for proper etiquette

Pretty.....

If you ever bothered to do the same to your own, you wouldn't need to do any of this. You look like a mess.

Did your owner seriously—first he wants a broken one then refuses to groom it. How negligent. Hurry up and turn around.

Feathers.... Pretty...

...You're referring to... my feathers?

[ Uncertainty, but allows it... why does he allow it? ]

[ Sinclair buries his face in his wings ]

[ Stolas tenses, feathers ruffling in the place where his wings were cut off, leaving gnarly scars behind. The grip on his own arms tensed, he didn't know if he enjoyed it or not. ]

Soft.......

Soft... hm. Yes, I do groom often, it is important for proper etiquette

Pretty.....

If you ever bothered to do the same to your own, you wouldn't need to do any of this. You look like a mess.

Feathers.... Pretty...

...You're referring to... my feathers?

[ Uncertainty, but allows it... why does he allow it? ]

[ Sinclair buries his face in his wings ]

[ Stolas tenses, feathers ruffling in the place where his wings were cut off, leaving gnarly scars behind. The grip on his own arms tensed, he didn't know if he enjoyed it or not. ]

Soft.......

Soft... hm. Yes, I do groom often, it is important for proper etiquette

Pretty.....

Feathers.... Pretty...

...You're referring to... my feathers?

[ Uncertainty, but allows it... why does he allow it? ]

[ Sinclair buries his face in his wings ]

[ Stolas tenses, feathers ruffling in the place where his wings were cut off, leaving gnarly scars behind. The grip on his own arms tensed, he didn't know if he enjoyed it or not. ]

Soft.......

Feathers.... Pretty...

...You're referring to... my feathers?

[ Uncertainty, but allows it... why does he allow it? ]

[ Sinclair buries his face in his wings ]

[ Stolas tenses, feathers ruffling in the place where his wings were cut off, leaving gnarly scars behind. The grip on his own arms tensed, he didn't know if he enjoyed it or not. ]