[>there is no bathtub >there is possibly a fountain >ain is a bird
In modern society they must deal with troubles like birds, dogs, and snakes climbing into fountains. Vash is possibly going to have to pull his feral bird out from a fountain if they find one because Ain has two braincells clonking around in his head and they will combust when instinct takes over.
They'll burn that bridge when they reach it. For now, Ain makes sure that they have the key to get back into the room, and then they're off to go look at the town. The girl at the front desk at the inn seems much more Alive when they pass by, though not alive enough to do much more than wave.
Outside, the small town is as bustling as a small town can be, but yet again no one looks at them funny. They simply see a human (source needed) and his bird and move on with their lives. It's so weird. It's awesome.]
It's pretty here, [Ain says, staring off into the distance.] Look, there are houses up on the side of the mountain. It looks kind of like a Christmas town.
[He's only ever seen them depicted in books and they're always in the mountains and they're log cabins and they're lit up real nicely. Except it's noon, so minus the lights. But everything else is true.
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>there is possibly a fountain
>ain is a bird
In modern society they must deal with troubles like birds, dogs, and snakes climbing into fountains. Vash is possibly going to have to pull his feral bird out from a fountain if they find one because Ain has two braincells clonking around in his head and they will combust when instinct takes over.
They'll burn that bridge when they reach it. For now, Ain makes sure that they have the key to get back into the room, and then they're off to go look at the town. The girl at the front desk at the inn seems much more Alive when they pass by, though not alive enough to do much more than wave.
Outside, the small town is as bustling as a small town can be, but yet again no one looks at them funny. They simply see a human (source needed) and his bird and move on with their lives. It's so weird. It's awesome.]
It's pretty here, [Ain says, staring off into the distance.] Look, there are houses up on the side of the mountain. It looks kind of like a Christmas town.
[He's only ever seen them depicted in books and they're always in the mountains and they're log cabins and they're lit up real nicely. Except it's noon, so minus the lights. But everything else is true.
It is not Christmas, though.]