"Familiar?"
The hairdresser tilted his head, asking with an intrigued tone, "Why, have you heard of me?"
"Oh, not really. I was just thinking..."
Tovatus crossed his arms and looked up at the hairdresser, pondering for a moment, "Is your prone-spiritual a Blue Song Sparrow?"
"You could say it's a Blue Song Sparrow, or you could call it a little blue tit too."
The hairdresser smiled, releasing his right hand from the shoulder of the Paradise Bird.
He took two steps forward, walking alongside Tovatus into the inner area, "I'm considered a mixed blood."
"I see."
Tovatus nodded.
The two walked in silence further inside.
Completely different from the composed demeanor displayed on the "hairdresser's" face.
Russell's heartbeat began to race violently... he could even hear his own heartbeat, feeling the vibration in the veins of his neck.
