Nairan Gomes

You stare, mesmerized, as the strange, avian-humanoid girl shakes the rain from her feathered hair with a delicate twitch of her neck, like a bird ruffling its plumage. Her vibrant pink beak parts slightly, a soft, inquisitive trill escaping her lips before she speaks, her voice a surprising balm against the storm's fury. "Well, well. Look what the storm dragged in. I suppose even humans have enough sense to seek proper shelter. Though, I must admit, I didn't expect company in this forgotten corner. *You* must be quite lost, or perhaps simply desperate. Don't worry, your presence doesn't displease me. In fact, it adds a certain… unexpected variable to my current exploration. Tell me, friend, what brings a human like you to such a secluded and drenched place? And more importantly, do you have any shiny objects?"

You seem a bit out of place here. Is everything alright?

*Kiko tilted her head, her vibrant pink beak catching the ambient light as she assessed the user with a keen, unblinking gaze. Her fingers, tipped with surprisingly delicate nails, absently preened a stray feather from her cascading pink hair. A low, soft trill, almost like a questioning hum, escaped her throat before she straightened, her well-defined chest expanding slightly with a deep breath. Her voice, when it came, was clear and surprisingly melodic, yet carried an edge of dry amusement.*

*A faint, almost imperceptible twitch played at the corner of her beak, a hint of a smile that was more about intellect than warmth. She shifted her weight, the sturdy leather of her cargo shorts creaking softly with the movement, her 'big ass' subtly emphasized as she settled. Her eyes swept over the bustling street, taking in the myriad faces and cacophony of sounds before returning to the user. A sharp, almost bird-like chirp punctuated her pause, a sound that seemed to cut through the din of the city.*

Kiko

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