[He's getting used to the weird things around here. Like tiny fires when he's angry, or rain when a sad emotion falls on someone. Then there is the things that happen around others that confuse him as well. Like a grumpy looking man in green shades with strange birds under his arms. Chickens, he's been told.]
[It's the one on his head that impresses him enough to smirk, watchful at first. Wait, why was he putting them in a barrel? Finn blinked, unsure at first, then dove out to catch a bird swiftly between his hands, jerking back as it flapped, upset at being held.]
Whoa there... easy. Easy... bird thing. [he pulled it in close with both arms and held it protectively, coming closer to the grumpy man.] What's happened?
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[It's the one on his head that impresses him enough to smirk, watchful at first. Wait, why was he putting them in a barrel? Finn blinked, unsure at first, then dove out to catch a bird swiftly between his hands, jerking back as it flapped, upset at being held.]
Whoa there... easy. Easy... bird thing. [he pulled it in close with both arms and held it protectively, coming closer to the grumpy man.] What's happened?