( eyes dart to where the gun is holstered, and for a moment even his feathers ruffle. not in distress, but in anticipation--- he might not be as durable in this form, but surely he might be fast enough to dodge a bullet or keep it from hitting anything particularly vital? it's too hard to tell, especially when this all becomes a hypothetical. )
Lucky for me. ( but then lio's attention goes straight for those feathers. ) Are those your own? Or did others like me meet your bullets before I did?
( how unfortunate lio would be if his first encounter with someone in his dream wanted him for decorative purposes. )
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Lucky for me. ( but then lio's attention goes straight for those feathers. ) Are those your own? Or did others like me meet your bullets before I did?
( how unfortunate lio would be if his first encounter with someone in his dream wanted him for decorative purposes. )