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[The cockatoo is displeased. As displeased as a bird can look, anyway.
Its head cocks, one beady black eye a seemingly bottomless well of malevolence and mischief.
One sharp talon scratches at the wall, scrawling a series of symbols into the once pristine paint.]
Я проделал длинный путь, чтобы найти своего друга. Отпусти меня. Мне нужно, чтобы найти его. Он никогда не был сам по себе раньше.
[For those fortunate enough to speak Russian, it reads: I have come a long way to find my friend. Let me go. I need to find him. He's never been on his own before.
And for those that don't speak Russian, well. The bird isn't speaking to them.
Only to its captor.]
Its head cocks, one beady black eye a seemingly bottomless well of malevolence and mischief.
One sharp talon scratches at the wall, scrawling a series of symbols into the once pristine paint.]
Я проделал длинный путь, чтобы найти своего друга. Отпусти меня. Мне нужно, чтобы найти его. Он никогда не был сам по себе раньше.
[For those fortunate enough to speak Russian, it reads: I have come a long way to find my friend. Let me go. I need to find him. He's never been on his own before.
And for those that don't speak Russian, well. The bird isn't speaking to them.
Only to its captor.]