Technoblade, it turns out, has a bit of an affinity for animals.

Or maybe it’s just Phil’s crow.

The first time the bird fluttered up onto Technoblade’s shoulder instead of Phil’s, the pirate had sputtered in feigned indignance, though he couldn’t keep the grin off of his face.

“Oh, Brian, you little shit,” he waggles a finger in the bird’s face, who nips playfully back and ruffles its wings. “Playing favorites already, are we?” And he shoots an accusing look at Technoblade, who can’t keep the grin off of his own face as the bird nuzzles closer into his neck with a happy croak.

“What can I say?” Technoblade drawls, lifting a finger to scratch at the soft feathers atop the crow’s head. “Animals just like me.”

It’s funny really as well when they stop at a pirate filled port and he finds a small dove with some shiny string in its mouth playing with Brian.

He takes to feeding it, offering it some of Brian’s spare seeds while she, the dove, rubs into his hand.

“Excuse me?” Someone says from behind him and Technoblade turns to look at the person who was clearly addressing him.

They’re not what he expected from their voice, they look…well put together by their clothes and attitude but it’s clear they’re either a merchant or pirate.

“May I help you?” Technoblade raises a brow.