He gave a thoughtful little twitch of movement when the sensation started up. Oh, but that was good. It sounded real. Felt real. The weight and the clutch of claws against his shoulder could have come from a actual bird--though a strange bird, something fantastic.
When Itachi removed his hand Obito turned to look at the creature. It felt warm. Like living feathers, living fire that did not burn. He could see the delicate lines of the plumage, the stiff pinions. Even feel its light breaths.
"Ah." He lifted a hand and touched his fingers to the bird's breast. "This is very skillful, Itachi."
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Date: 2012-12-07 05:51 am (UTC)When Itachi removed his hand Obito turned to look at the creature. It felt warm. Like living feathers, living fire that did not burn. He could see the delicate lines of the plumage, the stiff pinions. Even feel its light breaths.
"Ah." He lifted a hand and touched his fingers to the bird's breast. "This is very skillful, Itachi."