"You hear that, V? She's hungry—like the wolf! HA-haaa! I kill myself!"
The rotary blue avian harmlessly rallies in his low soaring and unto a lean bicept of it's host where it pearches for the moment. His wide lips pull into a partial smile in a poor effort to appear approachable if only he lose the wisecrack he learned to rely on. Whilst his jade optics lock on the visitor.
"I see..."
A general agreement to the creature's curt introductory in regards for his business with her.
"You can call me V. And as for the reason by my request, it is my desire to extend my affiliations."
"Oh boy. Affiliations? Really, V? You know, friends isn't so bad of a word. You should try it sometimes."
The feather face familiar interjects.
"Too soon to tell."
The raven haired male rejoins.
"What say you?"
He inquires the were-being and abscent of expectation towards her answer.
