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   blake isnât sure how he feels about being â handed off â to an individual that ISNâT miss miruko. the aforementioned woman knew him like the back of her hand after having been his handler for so long, rumi knowing the inâs and outâs of the buzzardâs behavior.    physical, verbal, emotional.    some might say that the rabbit was maybe a little TOO well-acquainted with the oversized turkey.    still, the snowy-haired hero had told him to PLAY NICE, the mere notion that he was anything but making him SCOFF. the commission had dutifully drilled ââ social laws ââ and such into him the moment theyâd all but SNATCHED him away from the hell that was his mother. the thought alone is enough to make blakeâs feathers flex in place, the dark plumage snapping tighter against the folded-up appendages.
   if rumi had been there, sheâd tell him to loosen up... or well, â get that stick outta yer ass â was a more accurate way of wording it, but either way, it held the same meaning. a manilla folder is clutched within his talons, sharpened tips digging into the thick cardboard-like material that protected the important documents within.    kidnappings. a briefcase intercepted full of documents that, at first glance, looked like gibberish... but was actually a massive map of the underground subway station within the area. various colored lines ran amongst the papers ( the markings of the subway routes ), paired with dots at seemingly random intervals. the two were likely connected, and now it was up to him and his new handler to find out.    with mirukoâs fingers already in enough pies, she handed the case ( and blake, with it ) off to â uravity â. uraraka ochako. ua high graduate. quirk: zero gravity. quirk type: emitter.    an interesting file to read. he can see why his handler trusts this new woman with him, but he questions if sheâll be able to play the role entrusted to her. or if rumi even bothered to give the poor girl the â run down â, as sheâd called it when the commission had first granted her â ownership â of blake.    golden eyes focus out the floor-to-ceiling windows lining the wall opposite of the door, blakeâs back ( and wings ) the first thing one would see should they enter. itâd be more polite to perhaps sit and wait patiently, but he could never help but ( longingly ) glance out towards open air spaces. the bird within him, as grounded as it was, all but CRIES to be aloft.    dammit. stay focused.
