[Pure Vanilla is silent for a moment as he watches the man fetch the broom, smiling a little.]
Would you like me to leave?
[If the man is going to clean, after all, he would hate to be in the way. Reaching to his shoulder, he gently dislodges the pigeon, getting a coo of 'i was asleep' from it, and tries to get it to fly back up towards the rafters.
Have you ever seen a pigeon just decide not to fly? It just refuses, sitting like a lump as it's gently bounced up and down, wings firmly tucked in, leaves fluffing up.]
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[Pure Vanilla is silent for a moment as he watches the man fetch the broom, smiling a little.]
Would you like me to leave?
[If the man is going to clean, after all, he would hate to be in the way. Reaching to his shoulder, he gently dislodges the pigeon, getting a coo of 'i was asleep' from it, and tries to get it to fly back up towards the rafters.
Have you ever seen a pigeon just decide not to fly? It just refuses, sitting like a lump as it's gently bounced up and down, wings firmly tucked in, leaves fluffing up.]