[And he is now staring at the lock of braided blond hair on his tail, which had swept around and curled onto his own lap. His eyes move to glance at the feather there and he... isn't sure. It... it was about that conversation with that siren, but what was their topic again? Ugh, the smell of meat is making it hard to remember. Or at least Summoner believes that to be the reason.]
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