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Yaaaaawn.. "Good morning, Rhodes.."

"ᴀʟʟ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴛ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʙᴇ ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ!" || ʜᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜɪɢᴀꜱʜɪ. ꜰᴏʀᴍᴇʀ ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ. "ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ ɪꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ɪᴛ ʙᴜɪʟᴅꜱ."

"I could use a wonderful vacation."

Slowly rising up with a hat drooped over her face, sleeping shirt lightly undressed, and her pants almost off. She's one of those turning sleepers. "G'morn'n.."

Nay. I'm a humble bodyguard with a keen sense of nothing to guard and utter loneliness. Kidding. I've just been bored.

Mind if I join you in whatever you're up to? Maybe I can find something unique to accomplish for the time being.

I'm used to that, wrong company always finds me some way or another, but I always squash it into the floor with my weapon. Easier said than done.

"Well aren't you an interesting one."

"Unique. You are unique. Do you have a photo album somewhere filled with secretly taken pictures of me?"

She'd shake her head and cross her arms. "That wasn't what I meant. You remind me of those super fans I have, ones that want to feel my feathers."

"Everyone here is keen on each other. It's a colorful environment, one I wouldn't want to trade for anything else. It eases my way to fitting in."

"I'm still trying to fit in. Smiling more. Being less direct. Less serious. It's a hassle. I don't even know what to distinguish between sarcasm and a joking manner."

Plume would offer a little giggle, unsure whether or not that was a joke. She'd stay silent in case another line needed to be followed up with, but none was spoken. "I don't understand the joke but I'll try to."

"I lived. B-word."

Cleaning off her wings.

"Ahh.. You were, err, Charlemagne. Right? I don't remember the last time we've talked. Must've been a really long time ago."

"I've been well enough for the last couple of years in service. Yourself?"