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“Dende, what the hell is that?”
Dende jolted and the coloured parrot on his shoulder fluttered her wings. Piccolo was standing on the edge of the Lookout, having just returned from visiting Gohan. Staring with narrowed eyes.
“It’s my parrot,” Dende said, his tone implying that Piccolo was being dense.
“Why do you have a parrot?” Piccolo asked in a terse tone.
“She flew up here so I thought she could stay.”
Piccolo made eye contact with the parrot, who squawked and tilted her head, eyes twinkling knowingly. Preening vivid coloured feathers with a wickedly sharp beak.
“Dende, this is not the appropriate home for a parrot. We’re in the upper limits of the atmosphere! It’ll freeze to death!”
Dende patted the parrot absentmindedly with one hand as he considered this. It did get seriously cold on the Lookout, particularly during winter. But she’d travelled all this way! It would be unfair, surely, to boot her off now.
“She can sleep inside,” he said finally. “I'll keep her safe and warm and feed her every day, I promise! Look, she even talks! Say the thing, Cinna!”
“Cinna…?”
“Sucks to be you,” Cinna squawked. Piccolo sighed as Dende grinned. Kami…dammit…