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[Does this make any difference, now he's already done it?? Not really.

But, y'know, the sentiment is appreciated.]

Thanks.

[He flattens a little bit as he strokes his head.]

What're you doing all the way out here?

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Watching the show.

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Yeah? What show?

[There is so much going on.]

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There's so much going on.

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Yeah, no shit.

[And how does he put this…]

There’s not exactly a safe place to watch from, you know.

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[No. It's really not...]

Sunny got away.

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Should probably quit while you guys are ahead.

[No sense tempting fate.]

You know, find somewhere safe to wait it out.

pretend the cat is ratam

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What about you?

UWEH…..

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No one’s going after a rat.

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Hawks.

[Slander!]

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You see any hawks around here?

[Half rhetorical, half ‘oh my god did you see a fucking hawk?’]

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[Omori lifts one hand to cup his mouth and lets out a loud (albeit flat):] Caw!

[He's summoning them--]

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You’d let your own best friend get carried off by a bird? That’s low, man.

[He is not being the least bit serious.]

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No. I would fight.

[Oh, wow! He's got a knife in his hand again! Someone really ought to check this kids pockets more. He waves it boldly around. Beware, hawks!]

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‘Course you would.

[And of course he’s got that knife out!!! Classic Omori.]

Bird wouldn’t stand a chance.

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I killed them in the treehouse.

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You what?

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They were monsters. Remember? [The overgrowth, he means, but Omori is (sometimes) a man of few words (when it suits the vibe).]

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Jesus. You could’ve led with that.

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[Omori quite abruptly tucks his knife back into his pocket and lifts Adam up, rathandling him until they're face to face.]

I should take you home.

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[His beady little eyes look into Omori’s. It’s impossible to glean any emotion from them.]

What, so the birds don’t get me?

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[Same.]

I want to draw you.

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[With some surprise:]

Didn’t know you were an artist.

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[Omori nods.]

Yup.

[Annnnnnnd we are standing up and heading for the treehouses. Adam is cradled in Omori's arms.]

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Cool. Can’t wait for my portrait.

[And, well, he’s glad that this course of action means that Omori’s not gonna be anywhere near the forest. As much as the kid would like to handle himself, he’d rather he didn’t have to.]