[With how pushy many of the rattle pigeons were with each other, to see them suddenly shooed off by another bird isn't quite unexpected. Kazuha's hand draws back slightly in the commotion, his head ducking so that he doesn't accidentally get slapped by wings as they take flight, and then once it's calm again he looks at the newcomer.
An ayakashi, maybe? Kazuha has seen black birds around the city, like small sentinels watching people go by. He's spent some time watching them himself, from his perching high up in trees or on buildings. He feels a lot of kin with birds-- from their joyful songs and freedom to go wherever they please.
He laughs a little. He supposes the drive to get what they want is shared too.]
It seems you've earned these.
[He sets the seeds out on his palm, outstretching his hand to the sparrow so that it can take them from him with ease. Hopefully he doesn't end up cursed?]
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An ayakashi, maybe? Kazuha has seen black birds around the city, like small sentinels watching people go by. He's spent some time watching them himself, from his perching high up in trees or on buildings. He feels a lot of kin with birds-- from their joyful songs and freedom to go wherever they please.
He laughs a little. He supposes the drive to get what they want is shared too.]
It seems you've earned these.
[He sets the seeds out on his palm, outstretching his hand to the sparrow so that it can take them from him with ease. Hopefully he doesn't end up cursed?]