Ye' 'ave a DEATH WISH, Lass?

... Time passes slowly in the studio, Conductor pacing in the lobby, waiting to hear about the little girl’s condition after he found her. He was BEYOND worried for the kid. But he was sure they would be alright.. right? ... Then, Grooves comes out of his side of the studio, looking relieved. Conductor rushes over. “How’s the lass?! Is she alright?!” Grooves chuckles, when looks down at the small bird(?). “She is fine, darling, don’t worry!” Conductor let’s out a sigh of relief. “Thank pecking christ... erm... can.. I see ‘er?” Grooves nodded. “Of course, darling! this way!” Grooves started to guide Conductor through the studio, into his room. there, the child sat on the bed’s edge, kicking her feet, bandages wrapped around her stomach. she looks up and notices the two birds in the room with her. “Oh! Hi!” she waves a bit. Conductor waves back. “’Ello.. Ye alright, lass?” the kid nods. “Mhm! Mister Grooves helped me alot! .. But who are you?” she points to Conductor. “Oh! Me name is Conductor! What may be yer’s, lass?” He walks closer over to the child. “My name is Bea! but people also call me Bow Kid! Nice to meet ya’, Mister Conductor!” she holds out a hand, Conductor reaches out to shake it. “Nice t’meet ye too, Bea!” “... Lass? Ye ‘ave anywhere t’stay?” Bea thinks for a bit... then shakes her head. “Nope! I don’t think so! I’ve just been traveling for as long as I can remember!” .. Conductor’s face goes into that of worry. “... hm..” he puts a claw to his chin, and after a pit, he speaks up again. “... Would ye like to stay ‘ere? atleast until ye heal?” Bea blinks... then nods. “Sure! why not! I needed a break from traveling anyways...” ✩✦✿𝓑𝓮𝓪/𝓑𝓸𝔀 𝓚𝓲𝓭 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓐𝓿𝓪𝓲𝓵𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪𝓼𝓴𝓼!✿✦✩

Conductor steps out of the Studio, in his usual attire.. it was sunset, awfully late for what he was planning to do.. but better late than never, right? He makes a mental note of the things he is planning to buy from the shops in Mafia town.. not a nice place in his opinion, but it was one of the few places that had shops that were actually... SHOPS and not some weirdo trying to sell you stuff that you have no idea is even legal or not. “... OK.. I need.. Hot glue.. cardboard.. batte--” Conductor’s talking to himself was cut off by a small, pained cough. ... not one of HIS, though.. it sounded like it came from a child.. Conductor looks around the area, the sandy desert with a few bushes here and there. “Who’s there?” He already had a few thoughts as to where the cough may have come from... maybe that kid with the Hat? one of his Grandchildren? maybe eve-- “H... Help...” Conductor’s head shot to where the source of the ‘help’ had come from. a small bush, close to the studio’s entrance. “... Erm..” Conductor slowly makes his way to the bush, pulling out a knife from his jacket, in case something were to attack him. He crouches down near the bush, reaching out to part some of the leaves to see what was inside.. ... He was beyond shocked when he saw a little girl, no older than 10, in the bush, curled up in pain. A blue bow wrapped around their head. ... Oh good god they look like they’re in bad shape. “WH--”Without hesitation, Conductor picks up the small child, trying not to hurt them in the process, and BOLTS IT back to the Studio as fast as he can.