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 Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 9:10 am
"Well, pigeons do have a mind for food," Cotton admitted. "And I wouldn't say no to a tasty bite once I get a chance." Cotton tilted her head to one side. She decided that Pound was a nice guy. He was fun to talk to. "So... What do you like to do on your free time?" Cotton asked, trying to keep the conversation going.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 9:20 am
'Don't really get a lot of spare time really'
Pound shuffled, he was kind of all work no play mostly
'kind of comes with the job, lots of study and up at all kinds of odd hours....with senile old Oracles demanding that you go attend to some omens of impending doom.'
He laughed, shaking his head.
'...Like tonight I'm only here because im an acting gaurd for Rev, as he couldnt ask any of Claudes patrol and Gaurd, as he hates Rev and is finding a good reason to out him as flock head, everyone knows it.'
He grinned.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 10:30 am
"Really?" Cotton asked, a bit sadly. "It seems like your life is very stressful... I don't know how you manage it! I wouldn't be able to handle something like that. I think..." Cotton stopped. "Well, I have quite a bit of free time. Though, after I adopted Escape, I have been busier. But he's a fledgeling now, and so that's a bit less work." Cotton puffed her feathers up proudly. "Escape Route is growing to be such a lovely pidge. I'm proud to call myself his mother." Cotton found speaking to Pound very easy, so she easily could tell him about her life, even though he was supposed to be the enemy.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 3:33 pm
Pound noticed one word which stuck out there Adopted , Cotton had adopted a chick...why ever could that be? and more noticeably that ment she probably diddnt have a mate to be going around and adopting wee chicks on whim. He just thought he would pry though..just to be sure, it was always interesting to know.
'Adopted? would'nt your mate mind you adopting chicks?'
there he asked, in a off-hand way anyway. Pound found he felt surpisingly he would be a little dissapointed if Cotton said she had a mate. He kind of admired her spirit, she was a strong willed bird, and he was interesting with her unusual job. Also she was a lovely looking bird.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 4:54 pm
"I don't have a mate," Cotton replied before she realized how personal the question was. immediately afterward, Cotton discovered her mistake, but she felt oddly pleased anyway. Pound didn't seem much of a nosy type, so perhaps he was honestly interested in the answer. Cotton coyly asked Pound if his mate was around. Of course, it would all be for nothing if the answer was 'yes'...
Cotton innocently preened herself. If Pound was going to ask questions like that, she would shamelessly throw them back at him. Cotton refused to admit it even to herself, but Pound seemed like a very nice guy. Someone you could depend on. He's just someone I met, Cotton insisted silently. In fact, he's from the enemy flock, so... I don't like him. I'm only talking to him to be polite... Cotton looked again at Pound's flamboyant coloring. Who am I kidding? Cotton asked herself mournfully. He's a nice bird.
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