Daud doesn’t take his sweet time getting up there, but he isn’t in a hurry either. Mercy will be faster, landing on the railing she’s leaning against, between Billie and the cat, which she cocks her head at and clicks her beak at in turn.

Catching the tail end of what Billie says as he transverses on the other end of the balcony, Daud can only shake his head slightly, tail curling as he fishes a cigar from a metal case tucked into one of the many pockets on his person.

“It’ll be over soon enough.” And arguably, it’s the least of their problems. Too bad it just seems to be one that likes following Billie around.