[Dick's apartment is easy enough to find-- the building is rather mundane, but it's a tall one and he has the highest apartment on the top floor, which was unsurprising to essentially anybody that knew him.
Tonight is his night off; he'd decided. Sometimes he remembered that he did need to relax, and there he was, lounging on the couch of his apartment-- actually he was half asleep, though it would seem the night had other plans for him, because he was promptly woken up by a scratch at his window.
He jolts back to full awake immediately, his feathers quite literally ruffled from the start-- thankfully it seemed that the only source of disturbance was Damian at the window, and he quickly moves over to the window.
(No screen on it, also something completely unsurprising to anyone that knew him.)]
Hey, hey-- Calm down, you're scratching the glass! [He moves quickly to unlock the latch and open it up before the little red bird made it so he had to get a new window pane.] What's going on?
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Tonight is his night off; he'd decided. Sometimes he remembered that he did need to relax, and there he was, lounging on the couch of his apartment-- actually he was half asleep, though it would seem the night had other plans for him, because he was promptly woken up by a scratch at his window.
He jolts back to full awake immediately, his feathers quite literally ruffled from the start-- thankfully it seemed that the only source of disturbance was Damian at the window, and he quickly moves over to the window.
(No screen on it, also something completely unsurprising to anyone that knew him.)]
Hey, hey-- Calm down, you're scratching the glass! [He moves quickly to unlock the latch and open it up before the little red bird made it so he had to get a new window pane.] What's going on?