[Steve Buscemi sighs in contentment and leans into the scratches. She already likes this man. Alvin told her he was looking after the little boy. She doesn't understand why her master keeps growling at such a nice person, besides that he growls at everyone.]
[Blake glares at the bird] What's your problem? I'm not taking any shit from a McNugget.
[At the question, Blake's attention turns to Jayden and the Munna gazing at him]
[cautiously] Hear what?
[The Munna sends another questing thought]
(pitterpatter like the fog comes in desert sea and sky inside are your dreams sour? spicy? sweet?)
[action]
[Steve Buscemi sighs in contentment and leans into the scratches. She already likes this man. Alvin told her he was looking after the little boy. She doesn't understand why her master keeps growling at such a nice person, besides that he growls at everyone.]
[Blake glares at the bird] What's your problem? I'm not taking any shit from a McNugget.
[At the question, Blake's attention turns to Jayden and the Munna gazing at him]
[cautiously] Hear what?
[The Munna sends another questing thought]
(pitterpatter like the fog comes in
desert sea and sky inside
are your dreams sour? spicy? sweet?)