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Ankh didnât normally pay attention to whatever idiocy other people in the city decided to get up to, and with his foul mood, he was especially uninterested in anyone besides himself.Â
He sat on a bench, fingers laced together in his lap as he watched some pigeons pick at bread crumbs, and this mindset was promptly broken when he saw a boy get down on his hands and knees and begin to crawl towards the pigeons.
Frowning, Ankh stood, striding over through the bread crumbs, causing the pigeons to start and flutter away. One of the pigeons perched itself on his shoulder, cooing. He shooed it away from his hair as it went to pick at his curls, and the pigeon promptly perched on his outstretched hand instead.
Ankh glared a little at the bird, giving a huff before he turned to the boy instead. âWhat the hell are you doing?â He growled, looking as intimidating as he possibly could with a small pigeon perched on his hand.
He shot up, prepared to get irritated with the stranger for interrupting his very important work, when he noticed the bird that had stayed behind, settling itself on the otherâs hand.
âIâm studying the birds,â Philip answered, looking absolutely delighted. âHow did you get that one to stay? Fascinating, it seems to like you a lot - as though you have something it was drawn to, some sort of a... natural charm, if you will.âÂ















