[Sephiroth, believing the cat to be a non-issue despite Geralt’s attempts to keep it distracted with an excess pigeon, stares blankly as the bird practically loops back around to land on his head again, preening its feathers in an almost offended way.]
…What are you doing?
[This is no time for messing around. But at least the traps are set, bread and (other) pigeon strategically placed. Now that the feline is out of sight, Nicola seems to take interest in her fellow birds, turning around on her perch to face not the trap, but Geralt.
The cat, unbeknownst to the men on the roof (but probably not the ones below), starts clambering back up, its irritation slowly replaced with newfound curiosity.]
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…What are you doing?
[This is no time for messing around. But at least the traps are set, bread and (other) pigeon strategically placed. Now that the feline is out of sight, Nicola seems to take interest in her fellow birds, turning around on her perch to face not the trap, but Geralt.
The cat, unbeknownst to the men on the roof (but probably not the ones below), starts clambering back up, its irritation slowly replaced with newfound curiosity.]