[ and in fact, the pigeon coos on the counter, and then settles on giorno's fingers, rubbing its head on its wings as it preens. giorno rubs its forehead gently, holding it like a magician. it pecks on his fingers, and giorno is careful with it, afraid to let it be crushed in his hands ...
at a flick of a wrist it turns into a scorpion, tail curled up as it scuttles across his hand. ]
I'm here because I can't sleep and I need company, and I haven't found the kind to replace the one I've got back home, who also wouldn't let me sleep.
You need to pay attention more. [ he says it without scolding him, though, just matter-of-fact. pay attention to ... any number of things. his words, the stories he tells, things he doesn't say. ]
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[ and in fact, the pigeon coos on the counter, and then settles on giorno's fingers, rubbing its head on its wings as it preens. giorno rubs its forehead gently, holding it like a magician. it pecks on his fingers, and giorno is careful with it, afraid to let it be crushed in his hands ...
at a flick of a wrist it turns into a scorpion, tail curled up as it scuttles across his hand. ]
I'm here because I can't sleep and I need company, and I haven't found the kind to replace the one I've got back home, who also wouldn't let me sleep.
You need to pay attention more. [ he says it without scolding him, though, just matter-of-fact. pay attention to ... any number of things. his words, the stories he tells, things he doesn't say. ]