( he doesn't make it a point to go to any bars, but he does like to fly in the evening and night skies. it's the quietness that appeals to him, that lets lio push away those nagging thoughts, worries, and fears. the cool air is pleasant on his feathers, the wind a reminder of how far he's come and how long he's lived here.
which isn't that long, but still. it's something.
spotting someone familiar, lio dives down toward the herd of cats and dogs but slows his descent as he gets closer. no reason to scare them. berserker wouldn't flinch, but seeing as he's tending to the animals...? )
Calm? Yeah, it seems like it.
( crouching down, lio lets his wings fold around himself. )
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which isn't that long, but still. it's something.
spotting someone familiar, lio dives down toward the herd of cats and dogs but slows his descent as he gets closer. no reason to scare them. berserker wouldn't flinch, but seeing as he's tending to the animals...? )
Calm? Yeah, it seems like it.
( crouching down, lio lets his wings fold around himself. )
They must know something we don't. Or I don't.
( that's the only answer, right? )