"Walk around. Breathe some air. Talk to your birds, or whatnot." He chugs the last of his cup, scrapes up to his feet. "Don't need to leave nowhere for that. Seagulls shitting all over this place - griffons're probably worse."
Lazar doesn't know. He's not putting an arm anywhere near those beaky fucks.
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Date: 2024-03-29 11:34 pm (UTC)Lazar doesn't know. He's not putting an arm anywhere near those beaky fucks.