[At the feeling of being petted, the vulture on Roxas' shoulder pauses momentarily, as if deciding whether or not it should take this. However, it seems to figure that if Roxas has been here this long, he isn't one to snap at (too much), and goes back to preening instead.
At the notion of the birds liking him, Shun just shrugs noncommittally.]
Maybe. Maybe it's a matter of duty or respect instead. It's not as if I can ask them.
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At the notion of the birds liking him, Shun just shrugs noncommittally.]
Maybe. Maybe it's a matter of duty or respect instead. It's not as if I can ask them.