[In the dying evening light, Kaito is just barely visible, once again sitting crosslegged on the dusty wooden floor. Hakuba's bird, Watson, as some may recognize from his arrival, is set almost sedately nearby, having settled to her new surroundings. Thoughtfully, he reaches out to brush a few fingers lightly across her feathers, almost so faint
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How nice.
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... what?
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And I like birds.
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{his tone leaves very little opportunity for arguments, but he's wandering around the hardware store, examining everything with a detective's eye}
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Why?
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[He reaches out to stroke her again.]
And you shouldn't be jealous, Hakuba, it's unbecoming.
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... Poppo?
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It's a Poppo, isn't it?
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It's a Eurasian Sparrowhawk.
And it's not mine.
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