[ the stranger heeds and respects his unspoken boundary, at the very least— it allows the titan's puffed feathers to slowly begin to smooth back onto him. he stays where he is, this far side here, within the cave and keeping the space between intact. he even relaxes enough to more comfortably reside by the wall rather than squeezing against it. K will notice that the bird creature is looking at him all the while, the reflection of eyes behind the bony mask that forms his beak only a shell of what was really behind there— not some threatening looking shine that one would see creatures in the dark have. they were expressive eyes, concerned with a mix and match of bird and human.
to the man's ending words (i haven't seen you here before), falco remains silent as expected, but adds just one thing: a click, the sound of his beak echoing like two rocks crashing together. in this context, it's not exactly threatening— maybe just a way to respond, to get the man's attention.
the titan rests upon his legs and lifts both hands. it may be dark, to see, but he tries regardless. he's using his hands to make gestures— a claw curves upward, close to his head, then the same digit points to himself, adding a drumroll from his throat that conveys a tune of question. he repeats, slower this time:
no subject
to the man's ending words (i haven't seen you here before), falco remains silent as expected, but adds just one thing: a click, the sound of his beak echoing like two rocks crashing together. in this context, it's not exactly threatening— maybe just a way to respond, to get the man's attention.
the titan rests upon his legs and lifts both hands. it may be dark, to see, but he tries regardless. he's using his hands to make gestures— a claw curves upward, close to his head, then the same digit points to himself, adding a drumroll from his throat that conveys a tune of question. he repeats, slower this time:
understand me?
not everyone knew, but it was worth a shot. ]