Yeah! Yeah, sure. I've napped there a few times and woken up with birds sitting on me, but I think I'm just innately less scary to them and my hair looked like a bird nest before I started washing it properly, so...
[STOP TALKING, NANBA. Okay, he crooks a finger and actually starts walking off into the park. This is clearly a place he's at home in, with how he weaves down paths and doesn't pause to look around even once. It'd be impressive if he didn't look like some sort of grandpa forest goblin with his green argyle vest and his overgrown hair.] I think they kind of know me, though. The birds. If I have rotten fruit or whatever, I'll bring that too for them. And even birds know you can't turn down free stuff.
--There! See that bench? [And there is indeed a bench, right in the middle of a very lovely clearing; sunlight's filtering down through the canopy and almost illuminating just the bench itself. It's clearly destined to be a sacred spot to hobos. ...Doesn't look like any birds are around at the moment, but it's still worth a try, right?] Best spot to nap at in the whole park, because the sun warms you up without burning you alive. I think once we sit there for a while and throw out a little seed, the birds will come flocking in. That's what normally happens, anyway.
[Without thinking (and with how accustomed he is these days to more casual physical touch), he reaches out to grab Connor's wrist and tug him on over to this Altar of Birdfeeding. Come on come on sunlight's wasting time to be Disney princesses bro!!]
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[STOP TALKING, NANBA. Okay, he crooks a finger and actually starts walking off into the park. This is clearly a place he's at home in, with how he weaves down paths and doesn't pause to look around even once. It'd be impressive if he didn't look like some sort of grandpa forest goblin with his green argyle vest and his overgrown hair.] I think they kind of know me, though. The birds. If I have rotten fruit or whatever, I'll bring that too for them. And even birds know you can't turn down free stuff.
--There! See that bench? [And there is indeed a bench, right in the middle of a very lovely clearing; sunlight's filtering down through the canopy and almost illuminating just the bench itself. It's clearly destined to be a sacred spot to hobos. ...Doesn't look like any birds are around at the moment, but it's still worth a try, right?] Best spot to nap at in the whole park, because the sun warms you up without burning you alive. I think once we sit there for a while and throw out a little seed, the birds will come flocking in. That's what normally happens, anyway.
[Without thinking (and with how accustomed he is these days to more casual physical touch), he reaches out to grab Connor's wrist and tug him on over to this Altar of Birdfeeding. Come on come on sunlight's wasting time to be Disney princesses bro!!]