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He throws the seeds calmly, freely. Oddly relaxed - ‘domestic’ popped into Robs mind. The action called forth the image of someone spreading a relatives ashes.
“I presumed birds were fed with bread crumbs.” Rob inquires, watching intrigued.
“Nonsense.” Tabuu’s monotone voice managed to make it sound neither demeaning nor playful, only factual, “Simply a myth spread by mortals who couldn’t care less about the inner machinations of other life forms.”
The sound of seeds falling filled the air.
“Are they not puppets?”
“They are.”
“Shouldn’t this mean that they don’t need to eat?”
“Correct.”
Rob waited a beat, expecting some kind of elaboration that never came. “Okay.” He let out dryly.
The auroros gathered and pecked away, the silence was appreciated. During this serenity he manages to catch the fact that these non-biological creatures were actually able to emit a soft coo from their throats, however that may be possible. How ‘alive’ they truly were, was debatable, yet they were still able to display contentment; perhaps appreciation. Despite their cold, dead, pinprick eyes, they were oddly cute - at least at the right angles. And with the correct mindset.
“Did you design them?” Rob asked, sheer curiosity hitting him upon realizing the factoid.
“Yes.”
“Was it your intention to give them some…” he searched for the right word, “..precious attributes?”
“I suppose somewhat.” He threw another handful to the birds - wasn’t he overfeeding them by his point?
“Care to elaborate?”
He hummed. “I figured something playful would be charming - that it would suit them.”
“You’re quite a fan of whimsy, I’ve noticed.”
Tabuu nodded, for as unreadable as his body language was most of the time, and for as little as he cared to talk, this topic seemed to have brought him some joy.
He was an odd one.