This particular bird, at this point? Yes. Too much.
[Otherwise Jacob usually tends to leave birds alone. But as Claude swoops the basket over it, Jacob pumps an exhausted fist in the air, because at last, the bird has been contained! For now, anyway. He straightens out his jacket and gives a quick nod, before letting his vision go grey.]
I'll go find us a blanket. Shouldn't take me too long. [There's already a golden shine over there in a corner, shaped like a blanket that's been forgotten in the rush. He blinks, and the colors seep back into his sight. He's just going to retrieve it while keeping an eye on Claude and the bird and praying that the pigeon doesn't try to make a break for it again.]
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[Otherwise Jacob usually tends to leave birds alone. But as Claude swoops the basket over it, Jacob pumps an exhausted fist in the air, because at last, the bird has been contained! For now, anyway. He straightens out his jacket and gives a quick nod, before letting his vision go grey.]
I'll go find us a blanket. Shouldn't take me too long. [There's already a golden shine over there in a corner, shaped like a blanket that's been forgotten in the rush. He blinks, and the colors seep back into his sight. He's just going to retrieve it while keeping an eye on Claude and the bird and praying that the pigeon doesn't try to make a break for it again.]