[ At the invitation, the Operator stops fussing with their feathers and looks down at the boy with obvious surprise. He's not the first Sleeper to extend them such hospitality, but it's still a cultural phenomenon they're getting used to here—at least, from those not doing it specifically because they're a Tenno. ]
Oh. Okay. [ Their head tilts as they look down at his window. It'd be a precarious entrance under normal circumstances, but with wings... Part of them wants to take his offer just to see if they can make it in. ] That's very kind of you. But you might want to stand back...
[ Once the window is clear, they rise first to their feet and then into the air with a beating of their wings. Precise descent is tricky; they can't just drop out of the sky. Instead, they fly in a tight loop, spiraling down until they're on the same level as the boy's window. The second they have a clear shot, their acquaintance be treated to a very strange sight indeed: the Operator, wings and all, momentarily vanishing into thin air. In that instant, something like a gust of wind rushes through the window—and then just as suddenly, the Operator is there again, crouching on the sill, wings flapping behind them as they regain their balance. Hopefully, he wasn't keeping any papers near the window as they'll almost certainly be blown about. ]
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Oh. Okay. [ Their head tilts as they look down at his window. It'd be a precarious entrance under normal circumstances, but with wings... Part of them wants to take his offer just to see if they can make it in. ] That's very kind of you. But you might want to stand back...
[ Once the window is clear, they rise first to their feet and then into the air with a beating of their wings. Precise descent is tricky; they can't just drop out of the sky. Instead, they fly in a tight loop, spiraling down until they're on the same level as the boy's window. The second they have a clear shot, their acquaintance be treated to a very strange sight indeed: the Operator, wings and all, momentarily vanishing into thin air. In that instant, something like a gust of wind rushes through the window—and then just as suddenly, the Operator is there again, crouching on the sill, wings flapping behind them as they regain their balance. Hopefully, he wasn't keeping any papers near the window as they'll almost certainly be blown about. ]