Just as Josh was looking over another flower, he felt something on his head, and he instantly narrowed his eyes. “Don’t tell me….” He sighed and eyed Akira, for a moment he just looked miserable although he couldn’t stop from thinking it was kind of funny. Although if would have been funnier if it were someone else though.
When Akira asked that, Josh nodded as he thought that would be a good idea. Cleaning his hair was a must, and a massage was an added bonus. “I’d love that, thank you Akira.”
Walking towards a sink nearby, Josh grabbed a clean flowerpot and put it under the running tap. As he filled it to the brim with water, he walked back to Akira, put the pot next to him and sat on the ground in front of him so he’d be able to reach his head without straining himself.
“Damn bird.” Josh muttered as he looked around for anymore birds. Thankfully he didn’t hold grudges on animals, so he didn’t have a secret vengeance against the poor animal.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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