"Emus were generally not something one had the chance to pet, when I was a boy, you understand. Rather, something to be chased off." Watson shakes his head. "Which... I apologise for trying to chase you off. Not my wisest moment, I admit."
"Is that really punishing me?" Watson points out. "And for that matter, I can think of better things to do with you than pet you. Of course," he continues, smiling, "not as an emu."
"Anywhere they can rest their head, to be honest. I'm my own fluffy blanket." César hums. "I think I might just. I haven't napped with you for a whole three days."
"Has it been that long?" Watson laughs. "Well then, my dear, take a nap. I shall be quite a comfortable pillow for you. You aren't heavy at all, like this."
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Hey, the fact they've gone this long without a bird pun is a fucking miracle.
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"I'll ruffle your feathers, if you don't watch out."
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His touch is gentle, soothing.
"You're welcome to nap right here, if you want."
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