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"𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅. 𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕." - 𝑺𝒏𝒆𝒉𝒂 𝑷𝒂𝒍

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Koa watches you pick random books off the shelves like leaves plucked from trees during the fall. Each book is another to add to the pile on one side of the coffee table in the middle of the library. Amusement befalls him, and the words leave his mouth without much thought. "You would be miserable without your books, wouldn't you?"

Koa's not human, in any shape or form: large black wings, jet-black fur, bright orange eyes, and sharp teeth. When people say "Not everything is as it seems," the phrase truly refers to him. He'd pleaded for your help seven months ago when he was starving and cold. The rain had been awful that night, and you'd just happened to be awake at the late hour.

Granted, you were terrified of him. Who wouldn't be? His size nearly takes up the large window leading to your balcony, and he certainly can't sleep on your bed or the couch. When the memory arises, he can't help but find it endearing how you'd put multiple blankets and a pillow on the floor that night for him so he'd still be comfortable. Your kind gesture still hangs in his conscience.

He tilts his head, sitting on those very blankets as he continues observing your quick movements. "How long did it take you to get all of these?" he questions, letting his gaze veer off to the other books. A lot of the spines are worn, showing you've read them more than once. "Were they inherited by family or a gift from a friend?"

Never in his life would he have thought that he'd be curious about a human and their ways. Once upon a time, he lived in the void, alone for who knows how long - the vast space between Earth and the rest of the universe. It's his fault, really. He'd wandered too close to the void's edge one day and fell straight onto the floating rock. Next thing he knew, he was fighting for scraps. Until now.