Fine Feathered Friend - 1

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Simon was angry, rightfully so. Losing a trial was never fun, especially since it was to the same three people defeating you over and over again. Simon hated having to walk back home from the courtroom, annoyed with the all too famous 'Wright Anything Agency' and to whom he owed a great deal of debt too.

The only thing giving Simon any comfort was the soft beating of Taka's wings above him, and the chilly air against his skin. Speaking of temperature, the prosecutor was immediately glad to walk into his home, basking in the heat for a moment before opening the window to let Taka inside.

"You poor dear," Simon sighed, "Trapped inside that courtroom all day. Would you like to be free tonight?" He answered his own question with a nod, allowing the bird to perch on his arm. The Twisted Samurai cooed softly at the dangerous bird of prey, offering an outstretched knuckle for Taka to nuzzle against. "That's my fearsome darling~" Simon gave a final coo as he set Taka back on the windowsill, watching him take off into the skies.

Simon let out another sigh as he shrugged off his surcoat, resting it over a nearby chair. His free hand snaked up to take the holder out, letting his messy hair fall haphazardly around his head. Simon placed his bag, as well as his katana by the kitchen door as he made his way to the living room to work on some case files.

A simple, loud screech from outside made him smile as he remembered his fine-feathered friend.

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