[ Fifty minutes later, Silco stalks into the library, taking a minute of his allotted extra time to take a lap around the space — still not completely tidied after the events of the previous month — before zeroing in on the duck (not really difficult to notice, though he supposes that's half the point), and the mop of pink hair. ]
You must be Koby.
[ Spoken neutrally, the tenor of his voice balanced toward politeness.
His eyes, one sky-blue, the other molten orange, fall to the bird. An odd choice of pet — certainly more well-kept than any of the creatures he'd ever seen in the undercity — but perhaps fitting enough for one meant to be kept amongst a band of pirates. ]
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You must be Koby.
[ Spoken neutrally, the tenor of his voice balanced toward politeness.
His eyes, one sky-blue, the other molten orange, fall to the bird. An odd choice of pet — certainly more well-kept than any of the creatures he'd ever seen in the undercity — but perhaps fitting enough for one meant to be kept amongst a band of pirates. ]
And who's your feathered friend?