[Equius gently pushes Darkleer's head off his lap so he can sit up. The bird grumpily rearranges himself and then flops his head over Equius' shoulder, still glaring at Milo.]
Maybe once the bubble is fixed, you two could do that on one of our walls.
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[Equius gently pushes Darkleer's head off his lap so he can sit up. The bird grumpily rearranges himself and then flops his head over Equius' shoulder, still glaring at Milo.]
Maybe once the bubble is fixed, you two could do that on one of our walls.
[Walls are where you paint things, right?]