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[isawallflower]

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[digiorno]

[Oh. There's a moment of perplexed silence.]

Not on purpose. But yes.

[. . .]

Wow, there are really a lot of bird jokes someone could make at you, aren't there? [Being a harpy must be troubling.]

[isawallflower]

[ It feels like she's shaking. She's— she's laughing.

Huh. She's never done that before. Not when she could be afraid of people laughing at her. ]

Yeah, and you're not allowed to make more!

[digiorno]

I can't even make one bird joke on purpose?

[Quick, Riley's laughing, figure out how to make it happen more—]

[isawallflower]

No!! I don't like them!

[ But she's laughing. Because it's safe here. Giorno's safe. He'll never hurt her. ]

[digiorno]

What about a dinosaur joke? Birds are basically dinosaurs.

[giorno's losing the thread here]

[But really he just wants her to keep laughing. That's the entire point. If he can keep her laughing, then he's done the best he can with this entire conversation. She's tried so hard. She deserves to finish this laughing.]

[isawallflower]

No!! I don't like any!

[ She smiles into his chest. She's content. She knows she can't, but she thinks she'd like to stay in this moment forever.

She doesn't quite realize this is happening. But, her tail shifts back and forth, which is something Giorno can...probably feel, given their close proximity. It's like it's wagging? That's not the weirdest thing, though. Because, between the laughter, there's another sound, like a low rumble in her throat.

Purring. ]

[digiorno]

[Wagging tails are so normal in Ryslig as to be inconsequential, although Riley wagging is very cute. The other thing, though . . .]

[His mouth falls open in a perfect O. And then resolves into this.]

You purr?

[isawallflower]

—I what? [ Her high-pitched voice sort of rumbles, on account of that purr that's still going. ]

I do?!

[ This isn't normal Riley-evasive-behavior. She genuinely...had no idea. ]

[digiorno]

You're purring right now!

[His eyes are enormous. He's delighted!]

That's so interesting. I didn't know harpies could purr! You're really incredible, Riley.

[isawallflower]

I'm what?! [ Even higher, but still with that rumble—she can hear it. Oh, she can hear it. ]

I don't- I didn't either, I- oh. Ohh, wow.

[ Now, her face is bright red to match her plumage—but it doesn't mean the purring stops. There's some distinctions, from a cat's purr; it's softer, starting and stopping, sounding at times like a short choppy growl. But with her tail wagging and her feathers smooth, there's no sign of any aggression. ]

Did- I never knew, birds could uh, could purr. Did...you?