"You're doing a shit job at blending in." He stated flatly, bread in hand as he stared you down. You sat among a horde of pigeons who he had been tossing chunks of the loaf to, You'd casually meandered into the group of pigeons, fanned your tail feathers and begun subtly snagging bread from the pigeons before he'd noticed you. It had been silly but you'd hoped the greyish speckles on your skin and the plumage that adorned portions of your limbs would've helped you go unoticed