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This describes me so accurately…

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"I found him... on my rooftop." Ludwig set the bird gently onto the table, carefully unwrapping the towel from it. "It almost fell off. Thankfully, I got to it before then." He figured telling the partial truth was best. It wasn't exactly a lie but... telling the vet he had jumped off his roof to save the animal was just plain idiocy.

He gave a small sigh of relief at the other man's words. "Good. I suppose taking him to the bird sanctuary would be best. I'm not very sure on how to look after..." Anything, really, was what Ludwig wanted to say. "Animals."

He had noticed the curious looks the other was giving him while he worked, and raised both of his eyebrows, though said nothing. Was he doing something wrong here? He folded his arms while he waited, and regretted it immediately as another flare of pain tore up his right wing. He was itching to get home and check it out. Perhaps some conversation would make him less antsy...

"This is the type of thing that can be easily fixed, yes?"

Special Patient

There was something somewhat familiar about the man, as if he had seen him before, but for the time, he couldn’t quite place it. He would stay polite and professional, and resisted raising an eyebrow when he saw the way he was holding his shoulder so tightly. It wasn’t really his business.

“Place the bird on the examination table.” He said, taking a few glances at it before moving over to a medicinal cabinet in order to get out various medicines to combat ticks, antiseptics and other cleaners that they used on strays and suspected strays.

“Where did you find him?” He asked, carefully administering tranquilliser so he could look over the animal without having to worry about it panicking and hurting itself more “Under a year old by the looks of it…. can’t have left the nest very long ago.” He took out paper and started to make notes. One wing was clearly quite crumpled, and perhaps a little malformed… “It appears the wing is a little damaged, a birth defect. Off balanced it, causing  him to fly in to whatever broke his arm.” Should he do an x-ray… probably not. They were expensive, too expensive to waste on a stray animal.

“I can splint the wing, but he won’t be able to fly for some weeks. Now, we have two options, We can either take him to a bird sanctuary while he heals.” The most sensible option in Kiku’s opinion, “Or some people choose to look after the strays they find.” Usually an option favoured when people find abandoned house cats, but sometimes, especially when there were young children involved, other animals such as birds, were favoured by this method. He kept his tone calm and professional, trying to think where he knew the man from. He hadn’t seen him at the vet before, the awkward look on his face said that much.

Then he noticed it, the feather on the floor. It was a large feather, significantly larger than a pigeon feather and certainly a sparrow feather. He attempted not to raise his eyebrow again, but he was starting to realise where he likely remembered this man from. Still, he would refrain from mentioning it, at least for a while. But it looked like he as injured. He resolved that once he had splinted the sparrow’s wing, he would confront him.

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Solitude.

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everyday feel.

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Ludwig blinked as his name was called, and rose from his seat, still cradling the bird a little awkwardly. He walked towards the man who had spoken, and winced slightly as his right shoulder jostled his injured wing slightly.

He had scraped it against the building on his descent, and it stung fairly painfully. He knew there would probably be at least some skin scraped when he checked it at home.

"Here." And he held the bird out again, not quite certain what his role was. Did he drop the bird off and leave? Did he stay? It was unclear.

Special Patient

Kiku was handed another brief. This one was… certainly quick. Sparrow, broken wing. Ah, it was one of those cases. An injured animal someone had found on the street. Not exactly challenging, but it made a difference to patching up cats which were bad tempered and in pain because they’d stepped on some brambles, and were quite happy to try and scratch him for even just looking at them the wrong way.

There were of course, certain protocols. Minor handling, a few anti parasitics and anti-bacterials they had to use, but splinting a wing wouldn’t be too difficult. He popped his head around the door. “Ludwig?” He called out, looking around for the person, who, presumably, would be holding a sparrow.

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Ludwig felt slightly ridiculous as he walked stiffly into the building, the small bird tucked safely in his hands, wrapped gently in a towel. He had been lazing around on his roof, trying to write an article when it hand landed somewhat reluctantly on his head. It had teetered slightly, as though drunk, and stumbled off and over the building's edge. He had peered after it curiously and watched as instead of flying off, it started to plummet, one wing not opening as it should.

Some urge had overtook him at that moment to save it, and so he had dropped his notepad and jumped off to help the animal. And so here he was: at the vets, and the little bird wasn't the only one sporting an injured wing because of it.

Ludwig wasn't quite sure on the protocol for this situation, so he simply decided to head for the main desk, holding the animal out for whoever was there to see.

"It's injured..."

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One day, Kiku would be more than just a veterinary assistant, the whipping boy who was there to feed animals and make sure they were happy on overnight stays. He was still grateful the experience, it was true, but experience was rarely any more interesting or challenging than bandaging a cat’s paw. He had a lot of experience, he had a degree after all, and he had passed one of the top in his class.

Now, he had something of a chance. One of the doctors was off sick, and so he was being given his own cases to look over. Granted, they were still the minor ones, but it was a start, and maybe he could impress his employers.

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[He's just going to sit on his roof with his wings out and write something for work. While he listens to random people's conversations on the street - so much better than people watching.]

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[bed-time for me, friends

like this if you need a reply from me?

goodnight]

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[nods and steps back to let her inside, though the scent from her bag makes him a little curious, he doesn't mention it]

Please excuse the state of repair at the moment. The sitting room is at the top of the stairs - the room with the clock-face. 

[ignore the messenger bag full of ‘art supplies’. She glances up to see the tower. How did she miss that?] Actually that would be nice. I had no idea I was so far from home. [not that Orvelle sounds familiar at all]

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"My 'family' cut all ties with me years ago. If you're one of them, I certainly don't remember you." He frowned and folded his arms, leaning against the door-frame. He didn't remember much about any of his family, really.

"That said - if we are going to discuss this further, you should come inside."

“… And what about family?”

The Bavarian asked while still standing outside the door. He held a plain expression for the moment, before, finally, a small smile grazed his lips.

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There is a hotel, just down the--

[his eyes widen a bit at the inhuman features, clearly out in the open, and he reaches a gloved hand to yank him inside, slamming the door closed]

You can't let yourself be seen out there like that!

That’s okay I guess, I was just looking for somewhere to spend the night. [Stares up the tower while trailing an index finger over a curved horn. his tail swayed back and forth lazily as his wings flexed out. Perhaps he would have to fly again-]

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kinkysexisthebest started following you

germanicbavaria started following you

Do you people not see the 'closed' sign on the door.

I'm sorry, but the clock-tower is not currently accepting guests. We are closed for renovation.

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The city you are in is Orvelle - on the edge of the Art District to be exact.

[frowns] ...Do you need to come in for a moment? If you are not sure of what city you are in, this must be a serious issue.

…obviously I am. Haha. Okay, reminder to not drink at such a quick rate and go walking— Ah well, maybe you could tell me exactly where I am. Street, city…

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Yes. The very building, of which you are on the doorstep.

[he squints slightly at her] Are you in need of directions? You seem lost.

Clock tower….? [my, where has she come to]

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