"Books? Check. Uniforms? Check. Clothes? Check. Ointments and potions? Check. Cage? Check—ah, lock it so that Silky won't open it with his beak," Ahara commanded her brother before turning back to the paper in her hand, ticking all the boxes after making sure Damien had the things written next to them.
The sound of metal clanging lightly on the cage filled the room as Damien locked it. Silky tried brushing his beak on the boy, but Damien was careful not to let that sharp mouth graze his skin. He had stopped Ahara from having it trimmed and curved to avoid damage once the bird decided to peck and something—only to become Silky's prime target after saving him from momentary pain.
"Do you have your oblong on you?"
"Yes—tsk," Damien hissed after Silky managed to get a jab at his hand. "Are you sure I'm Silky's master or is this you trying to avoid taking care of him whilst I'm gone?"
