[ Farrah decides fairly quickly that the stranger is a hallucination. The boy jogging past didn't notice an adult man in full jeanswear sitting on the bleachers, so even if the feathers hadn't been enough of a clue, that could've done it.
Ah well. The most likely explanation is that whatever wires are crossed in his brain that makes him the way he is, has decided to replace the crow with a man. He's probably lucky that it took this long to start messing with his perception. It could be showing him things much worse.]
Wouldn't that- [ He abruptly shifts his volume down to near a whisper, self-conscious and uncertain if he is actually speaking aloud at all.] -risk breaking my hand?
[ Or is that something that happens only in fiction? Farrah takes the container of french fries out of the bag with the rest of his fast-food garbage, and puts it down on the seat nearest to him. He gives a quick nod towards it paired with a glance at the stranger/crow; he's welcome to help himself to them, whatever he is. ]
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Ah well. The most likely explanation is that whatever wires are crossed in his brain that makes him the way he is, has decided to replace the crow with a man. He's probably lucky that it took this long to start messing with his perception. It could be showing him things much worse.]
Wouldn't that- [ He abruptly shifts his volume down to near a whisper, self-conscious and uncertain if he is actually speaking aloud at all.] -risk breaking my hand?
[ Or is that something that happens only in fiction? Farrah takes the container of french fries out of the bag with the rest of his fast-food garbage, and puts it down on the seat nearest to him. He gives a quick nod towards it paired with a glance at the stranger/crow; he's welcome to help himself to them, whatever he is. ]