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you ruffle your feathers. youre excited. youve a date with the prettiest crow youve ever done met tonight, and not to mention at the zone.
to be honest, what is the zone? at least to you... to all those humans, it seems like a familiar concept, but all youve seen is blood, burglary and mutilation. a perfect date spot.
you think about your date. a crow, huh? how does she feel about you...? i mean, you and her are both girl birds... and youre a pigeon... but if shes put up with you this long, then surely she likes you.
she brings you nice, shiny things from the zone. you dont get it, theyre not useful at all!! but theyre pretty and from her, so you accept them with great pride. you nest with her, preen her and generally have a nice time. its cute, even if your usual meet up spot is up on a tree near the zone. youve seen too many people be foolish and enter, only to never come out. shouldnt they have security measures for this goddamned place..? youve seen a man get blown apart by a meat grinder, and you shudder just thinking about it.
the crow eventually gets there. she gives you another shiny item. its sparkly, and probably radioactive - but you dont know that. you have the brain of a bird, literally. you squack in joy, and give her a little preen of the feathers. the thought of you guys being ripped apart is unbearable, but both of you are too smart, so its okay. it will be okay as long as you two are together..!