[ Flynn startles a little when the bird lands on his shoulder, talons digging very slightly into his arm—his armor was too conspicuous to wear around, so Flynn has it mostly stashed in the bag slung over his back—but it's hard to argue with that flood of feeling.
He looks at the bird, and then at Yuri, and then at the house, and follows him up the walkway, alert for anything that might be out of place.
There's nothing. Just dust and a few insects scuttling out of the way, the darkness of the interior, shot through with weak, dust-laden light coming in through the windows. ]
Home, huh?
[ Glancing at the bird again, Flynn steps in after Yuri. The floorboards don't creak, which is a nice change from most houses in the Lower Quarter. ]
I feel it too. Like... this is it. It's safe, isn't it?
[ He looks between Yuri and the little bird for confirmation. ]
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He looks at the bird, and then at Yuri, and then at the house, and follows him up the walkway, alert for anything that might be out of place.
There's nothing. Just dust and a few insects scuttling out of the way, the darkness of the interior, shot through with weak, dust-laden light coming in through the windows. ]
Home, huh?
[ Glancing at the bird again, Flynn steps in after Yuri. The floorboards don't creak, which is a nice change from most houses in the Lower Quarter. ]
I feel it too. Like... this is it. It's safe, isn't it?
[ He looks between Yuri and the little bird for confirmation. ]