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Bradford looked up from his paperwork to see the girl before him. He must have left the door unlocked to his office...unless she used some type of magic to get in, which was highly possible from what he surmised.

She held out the item with a bright smile as Bradford took it in his feathered hands and examined it.

Keeping a journal had always been something he considered, but on the flip side, he pondered if he even had enough time to write in one with everything the was going on. When he wasn't researching ways to defeat McDuck, he was crunching numbers or trying to survive all of the chaos of FOWL.

However, it may not have been a bad idea to write down his thoughts. Exposing himself and bearing his vulnerabilities has always been something he feared. Perhaps the trauma of doing so in the past only to be told he was wrong for feeling what he did made him evasive to the idea.

At the very least he could try.

He'd definitely keep it in a high-security safe so no one could see it. Things like that weren't meant to reach the light of day.

"That's...very thoughtful of you, Lucy." Bradford finally glanced up at the girl. He didn't know how to act to someone giving him a gift. His speech was awkward, but in truth he didn't know how to feel about random kind acts.

It just wasn't what he was used to. People didn't merely, show him kindness out of nowhere.

"What makes you think I have a lot on my mind?"

The teenager tilted her head at his question. "Well, you just seem like the quiet type," she answered. "The quiet types usually have a lot on their minds, but their too afraid to say them out loud." Lucy points to the journal in the vulture's hands, "they would use journals to write their thoughts, even if no one ever reads them. It's their own private space."

Lucy smiles at the vulture as she finishes answering, "and of course, I'll respect your privacy. I won't ever read your journal and tell anyone about it."

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Lavinia looks down at the cowered boy in the cage with dull, empty eyes. “Eat or starve, I do not care,” Lavinia said as she set the plate and cup in front of the boy.

Although, when the woman looked at the boy on eye level, she noticed odd about his behavior. Most chaotic children (specifically the adventuring type) would not further themselves away from her. They would try and attack her instead.

The labrador shakes her head and stands back up. She looks out the window and notice the sky was going dark. “If Finch is this great of an adventurer I’ve heard so much about, then she’ll come here with in three days.” Lavinia looks back down at the cage child. “You better be on your best behavior if you don’t anything happen to you.”

The thought that he could lunge for her had crossed his mind - but the chances that he would get anywhere were low. She’d already overpowered and captured him once. Trying to escape would…  

“You better be on your best behavior if you don’t anything to happen to you.”

“…Yes ma’am.” Yeah, just net him a worse situation for three days, which did seem like a reasonable estimate, at least. Well… he could probably survive not eating for that long… but he was going to need to drink.

And he's taking small bites and sips of the food she brought. Again most children will either eat the food in total or denied the food the entirely. He's being practical.

                          “Some people have an alibi, I have a shadow self.”

Ind. Buford Buzzard from the Ducktales franchise. Lit/Oc/Crossover friendly.

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