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     Another peculiar habit of his, Michio brought his wrist to his nose and sniffed. There was kiwi in there somewhere, too, along with an abundance of sugar. It kind of explained why he felt so sticky, but not she chose to dump something so fragrant all over him. Woman were strange.

     But this guy seemed pretty strange, too- haven’t finished? 

     He raised his brows at him, fingers tightening imperceptibly on the coat.  

     “Then I’d be shirtless,” he harmlessly pointed out, “you alright with that?”

    Did he perhaps not make himself clear? Were his words woven in a way that he could no comprehend? Perhaps he’s over thinking this far too much. 

“Why chew?  I have no teeth, as you said, but a gizzard and a crop, aye!”  For someone who just mentioned how not-bird-like they were, Oko was certainly naming bird-like parts and features.  The small fugen’s head darted to the side with a surprised coo of a noise, distracted by the motion of something that was truly innocuous, not a threat at all.

“I am a fugen, a fugen is a bird-person, just as the lizard folk are lizard-people, just as the minotaur are bull-people–we all can speak your tongue.  And fugen can speak coherently, aye, not through unintelligible chirps, cheeps, and caws.”  He nods.  “And birds cannot use one of these, can they,” came the question as the fugen ripped a pistol from its holster, performing a simple trick, twirling it around a talon before flipping it into the air and catching it with a contented noise.  “Aye, we are birds, but we are not birds.  Does this make sense?”

         All facial muscles are brought to a halt as his brain’s core attempts to. Well make sense of this creature. A being coming from a group of them known as Fugen.  The deity is perplexed at their movements and way of speech. It was almost as if he was captivated with them. What he did next would’ve made his jaw drop had he not been a calm being.

     He accepted the jacket with a mildly timid nod of gratitude, then used it to wipe away most of what was on his face. He didn’t like it drying, or how tight his face felt now. He’d have to stop by a public bathroom or something later, and he figured it quite unexpected that a stranger would offer a helping hand like he had. 

     “She did call me a pervert, but it was all an honest misunderstanding. If she’d given me the chance, I probably would have apologized.” He stood up, jacket slung (rather formally) over one of his arms, “I guess washed up is the right term,” he looked down at his mint green shirt, now stained, and frowned, “I liked this one, too. And, uh, thanks? For the jacket. You didn’t have to.”

        It does seem to helping what has already soaked into his skin. Hopefully he wouldn’t take up the smell. Even if it does smell quite sweet, there was this lingering scent that followed. It reminded him of what Odin drinks on holidays. Not quite a strong thankfully.

   “ A pervert? ” Was that a nearly muted chuckle coming from him. It was rather cruel for it to slip out almost immediately after it was said. “ Perhaps there will be another chance. Fate works in mysterious ways. ” A quote from some old timer might cheer him up. Until Nötte noticed how upset he seemed about his clothing.  “ No thanks is required, as I haven’t finished have I? “ Might as well fix that too right? Such a minor fix for a being like himself. Hopefully he won’t frighten him. 

Oko tilts his head left, then right, then left again, feathers peaking out of his hood and bouncing all the while.  The question is met with a light, “Ke-ha!” A laugh, perhaps?

“Aye, aye!  Whatever is fed to me, I eat, chew, devour.  I have become fond of the poppy seed, though.”  How the creature was capable of clear speech, given his beak and lack of teeth, was a mystery.  “Ke-keee,” he cooed, “I’m not that bird-like, hume.  A fugen’s tastes are just as refined as yours.”

        {/Not missing a beat, she didn’t look up from her game. However she did acknowledge his presence and the fact he was addressing her.}

         “Tha curren’ objective is ta kill all tha Heartless. Like, always. However…this is tha Hades Cup. I couldn’t care less abou’ tha Gems an’ abou’ tha Magic Mirrors. All I wan’ is them six thousand jewels. Bu’…” {/And just as she starts, she dies again. Sad to say, her Second Chance ability didn’t kick in a second time.} “–I cain’ ge’ pas’ this Heartless. I keep changin’ my se’ up. An’ I do a lil’ better each time…bu’ I don’ think I’m strong enough ye’.”

     Such a strong accent. One he didn’t quite expect nor had any idea of it’s origins. An inner sigh followed such a thought, as it would have to be saved for another time. “ The heartless? Ones without such a vital organ? Are they a sort of chimera? ” So much information to gain all at once. This was certainly a conversation well picked. As it was so ripped with knowledge waiting to be plucked.

  “ Seems you gave her information she could’ve done without? ” A tip tap to his chin before he continues. A slight tilt of his glasses following. The reflection of night lights meeting his lens. “ Or perhaps she felt as if you were searching for an excuse to admire her rear? Either way, you seemed to all washed up. ”

   “ My apologies stranger, could you show me how to install? Insert? Vivi into my device? ” He’s pointing to the unsettling eye on the back of his phone. However one could ask why this person? Well it could be that he for whatever reason, associates them with a certain robot he knows.

  Hi new and old followers. I’m Sleepy or Ica and I...

I’ve been doing proud quests and racked up 7300 jewels. I’m saving them for when HD Xion comes out, Final Form Xion, and Illustrated Neku. Idk when they’re coming, but I want to be ready.