[And just like that, Rahk is struck with familiarity. He would recognize that sound anywhere.
He lifts his head just in time to be assaulted by a beak, his hands reaching up to try to grab at the creature's face to keep him from yanking on his ears. He's laughing though; this is clearly something he's used to.]
Quito! Oi, you lumpy bird, where's your owner, hah?
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He lifts his head just in time to be assaulted by a beak, his hands reaching up to try to grab at the creature's face to keep him from yanking on his ears. He's laughing though; this is clearly something he's used to.]
Quito! Oi, you lumpy bird, where's your owner, hah?