The dove nipped at the offending finger and walked back and forth on the pillow squawking and screeching ever slightly louder.
The detective rolled his eyes, shifting his hand back out of the way underneath the pile to carry it, and the bird, from the room and to the stairs. “Well, then, you’ll be a spoiled prince upon a velvet pillow, carried by a loyal servant to the king, now, won’t you~?” Hakuba asked, teasing the dove. “Don’t fall off, now.”