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Princess can't help but observe Quiet.
Now that the two of them are living a regular life, shes has picked up on many little quirks of his. She can't exactly pin point when she started doing this, but just simply observing and trying to memorize everything little action, every little trait of his filled the time this new life provided with a feeling that made her feel warm inside.
As she writes in a small journal of hers, she can't help but chuckle as she remembers when they first started to settle:
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"Why are you putting the blankets like that?" Princess' voice echoed slightly in the mostly empty cabin as she looked over at Quiet, who was standing by the bed they had just moved inside, with a perplexed look on her face. The blankets and pillows were put into a circular shape on the bed, almost like the bird nest she had seen outside in the trees.
Quiet perked up after being adressed, as if they were in some sort of stupor, before looking down at what he had done with all their bedding, "I...well i don't really know, this just felt right," he muttered, fiddling with the blankets and adjusting them for what felt like the thousandth time as they looked up at Princess, "just feels right to me, like it would be more comfortable like this. Just feels safe, y'know."
Princess couldn't help but snicker and shake her head fondly, trying to keep her amusement hidden - even though Quiet was already back to being laser focused on making sure that nest of his - theirs, really - was perfect, so he wouldn't have even noticed. Guess her coments about him being an oversized crow weren't too far off after all.
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The rain hitting the windows of the cabin reminded Princess of the fact that Quiet had left the a cabin a bit ago to do...well whatever he was doing out there. He had promised to be back before the rain fell after noticing the dark clouds rolling in, but it had already been raining for several minutes now.
The door slowly creeking open snapped Princess out of her mind as she looked over at the bird in the doorway, feathers looking drenched with rain water that dripped to the floor slowly.
"Ah, let me get a towel, im not letting you come inside dripping wet like that." As Princess stood up to go retrieve what she though was neccecary, Quiet just shook his head with a smile, "don't worry about it, i can deal with this!"
That was the only warning Princess got before Quiet practically shook his entire body and sprayed water everywhere at the outside of the front door.
By the time Quiet had finished flailing like a dog fresh from a bath, he was compleatly dry, as if he wasn't ever soaked to begin with.
"I still think that the towel would have been easier." Princes conteplated as she stared at the water that had been tossed inside the house with all the flailing. She should get to cleaning that up, she doesn't want mold.
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Princess had been just trying to read a book before Quiet very unkindly decided to squirm his way into her lap and interrupt her. He had just burried his head in her lap and spread his wings out as if they were an anchor to keep him firmly in place.
"Are you really that starved for attention?" The question was accented by the sound of a book closing and being set aside for later when it wouldn't be interupted. The only response she recieved was a hum and a few little clicks, almost being lost in the sound of rain hitting the windows.
Princess could only huff lightly at that, scratching gently at his feathers and enjoying their soft texture. "I keep forgetting how moody you are when its cold," the slight tease seemed to not be acknowladged as Quiet just leaned in further to the touch, a few happy and content chirps filling the air where silence had taken over.
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"Hey, Princess, diners ready!" came a call from the kitchen as the woman adressed looked up from her writings. "Im coming im coming, dont get your feathers in a bunch!" Was a swift response as the journal was closed and the owner went to enjoy some time with her beloved.
And if said journal now had many more drawings of saod bird, then nobody saw anything.