[chirps a confident trill like a mockingbird on the best feeder, but then he quiets, clucking to himself in a thoughtful way. deliberating something. he half-glances behind them, fidgeting by looking for the invisible curve of a tail over the unmade sheets]
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[chirps a confident trill like a mockingbird on the best feeder, but then he quiets, clucking to himself in a thoughtful way. deliberating something. he half-glances behind them, fidgeting by looking for the invisible curve of a tail over the unmade sheets]
Um... Angel Devil, can I tell you something?