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[creator_raven]

There is a quiet thump as a black-feathered bird drops from the rafters, landing neatly in a chair.

A moment later that same chair is occupied by a man with dark hair and bright black eyes.

Some things, it seems, cross forms rather well.

Other things, like his dusty jeans and raggedy black coat, do not.

It is the problem with feathers.

Sort of.

Well, that, and the immense mess a beak makes of cookies. They are better inhaled whole. This is why Raven appreciates the approach of a waitrat bearing an enormous plate of cookies.

The bird is hungry, today.

And every day.

It is a thing.

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[wheelsy_sheriff]

Yes, because the raccoon digs in fiercly when the cookies arrive. He makes a little stack beside him and starts working through them quickly.

Bill likes Raven much better then that werewolf he'd run afoul of before.

[creator_raven]

Raven is not so bad at being likeable.

When he tries.

And sometimes even when he does not.

He is almost finished with his second batch of cookies, as well.

It is a pity.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Yes, very sad indeed. But since it seems the cookies are at an end Bill drinks the milk and then stretches and yawns. Time for a nap and he knows just the spot.

He moves pretty quickly for a stuffed raccoon and scampers up Raven's arm to stand on his head.

Hmm, not as nice as Will's but comfortable still. The raccoon busies himself with getting settled on his new perch.

[creator_raven]

Raven does not appear overly perturbed by his new hat.

He just sprawls in his seat, making himself comfortable.

He will give Bill an hour, perhaps.

And maybe he will take a nap himself.

Sleep is not entirely unpleasant, after all.

On occasion.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Raven you are now this raccoon's most favorite person ever!

Maybe when he wakes up he'll give you a piece of shiny. He may also clean out the cookie crumbs that have landed in Raven's hair.

[creator_raven]

Raven is fond of shiny.

Also the lack of crumbs.

They itch.