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Hey there, stranger. Don't think I gotta explain the situation: you called, I didn't pick up. Leave me a message and maybe I'll get back to you.

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[almightythirst]

[ Jesse had been ignoring the growing pile of junk outside the window for a while, his eyes glued to the old battered paperback in his hand. All that time spent in the library a couple of months ago had gotten him back on a mystery kick.

It's quickly becoming apparent though that if he doesn't do something, the pile will only get more unwieldy. He folds the corner of his page to mark his place, chuckling as he stands, stretches, and gives the bird a long look through the window. It's another second or two before he opens it, garbage... er, gifts, spilling out into the room. ]

Wow. You shouldn't have.

[ He tries for a deadpan delivery, but it's hard for him not to laugh. ]

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[He hopped back when McCree actually bothered himself to leave the novel behind and come to investigate all the treasures he had brought. Only once the window was actually opened did he drop from the sill and grab some of the real treasure in the form of some actual usable bills of money of varying sizes of notes.

Then he was fluttering into the room itself to come and land on Jesse's shoulder like he owned the place and this particular shoulder. He tilted his head back and forth as he investigated then pecked and pulled on McCree's hair like he was... well, trying to put it back into some order.]

Caw caw.

[That was definitely Reaper just saying the sounds rather than it actually being crow talk.]

You're a mess, as usual. Crows aren't actually any more attracted to shiny objects than any other animal.

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[ He’s not too proud of it, but Jesse does jump just a little when the crow!Reaper lands on his shoulder. Can you blame him? Most every other time they get this close, they’re at each other’s throats (time spent with gaps in one’s memory not included). But there’s only so much damage he can do in bird form, right? ]

Well excuse me for not gettin’ all gussied-up for a visitor I wasn’t expecting.

[ He still does run a hand back through his hair though. ]

Looks like you’ve been keeping yourself busy. Should've known you'd take to the bird thing like a fish to water. Do I want to know where the pocket change came from?

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[Reaper could go for the eyes, since they were unprotected. His beak was solid and sharp, making penetration rather easy if he had enough force behind him, but like this, he was fine for a partial peace. He instead rubbed his beak on McCree's shoulder and then pecked and rearranged some out of sorts locks of hair.

Any discrepancies with behaviour were definitely going to be blamed on being a crow. And wearing a ridiculous hat.]

You should know by now I can barge in whenever and however I please.

[And honestly, Jesse had let him in, so he was going to blame the younger man. He fluttered his wings to arrange them, looking far too comfortable as a bird than he had any right too. Unfortunate that his eyes were still red like Reaper's.]

Pockets would be the safest answer. And shedding ones skin for another form is something I've been doing for a long time. It's incredibly dramatic, wouldn't you agree?

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Very dramatic. Just the way you like it.

[ He shakes his head, taking a minute to clear the detritus up off the windowsill. With his luck, it would get blown off by the wind and fall on his head tomorrow when he’s walking around outside. Still, it’s not the worst Reaper could have down with his newfound powers. He won’t complain too much. ]

This your new schtick? Expert pickpocket, specializin’ in garbage?

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As it should be.

[He wasn't about to admit that he thought this stupid cowboy hat trick would serve him well. It wasn't a raven, but it was close enough that he was going to enjoy it to the fullest. He was actually just having fun with it, a rare thing.

And he was busy still using his beak to put McCree's terrible hair back into rights. What a mess this one was, always had been. He had only forced McCree to dress up fully once, hair done professionally and the young man had never looked so uncomfortable. It had been a good day watching Jesse suffer through political hand shaking and military talk.]

Would you prefer I start to steal only things of value? That can be arranged.