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>>283247
Pall.. feeling of drowsiness and.. *yawn*
>>283257
Okay, okay.. I'll get up.
>>283249
Oh, sorry, I... wait, no. I am a kenku, and I slowly push my wing out of the bed, the rest of my body shortly following.
Oof.. Well, I'm up. And in boxers.. Erf. I stumble over the wood floor and throw open my closet. Hm.. maybe today I'll go with the green robe. Wish it was shinier.. oh well, I throw it on and tie it back. There's a fruit bowl on the table, so I pick up an apple and start munching on it.
...Was that noise real, or did I dream it? Sounded kind of muffled.. maybe I imagined it.
Krok krok krok!
Well, that noise I certainly didn't imagine. I go to the door and swing it in. Ah, Peshu, cockatiel.. and my friend.
"Hello Peshu, seytan zo revu?"
Peshu hits the wall and winces. He always was one for needlessly extravagant theatrics.. though I can't shake the feeling that that seemed more like a reflex for some reason...
"Cut the serlian, Robin, why in the name of every euphemism are you here?"
"Well this is my house. I sleep here--"
"You mean you oversleep here! All of the other diplomats left without you!"
Oh. Oh dear. I was supposed to meet with the rakshasa today to make sure their new king continued trade policies. They are a very difficult people to deal with.. there hasn't been pressing matters, and there are so many nobles to deal with, all of us were tasked to go.
So then, I.. failed. Unconditionally..
"Don't stare at me, what are you going to tell them when they come back? You must have some kind of excuse, they'll send you back to kiddie classes."
"I don't.. know what to say!"
"Make something up then! Find an excuse, even if you have to break a wing!"
I cringe on instinct. Broken wings are extremely painful.
This is not a good start to the morn.. or the noon, as it were.
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