Pseok summed up the situation for himself. There was a cat in front of him that had just spoke to him. He was being held by a half tiger-half human... thing... another man-tiger thing was standing nearby with a real tiger that wasn't trying to eat the cats. A guy was standing in front of him treating him like a seagull and waving a gun in his face and the thing holding him actually knew what he was, which this far south, was unusual.
It's the low altitude air. No pigeon could do all this.
Pseok tried a friendly smile at the guy holding him, though considering he had no lips and a beak designed for ripping flesh, it looked considerably more like a death-glare than he might have liked. But this guy seemed to know what was going on, even if Pseok was having hallucinations that he was some kind of human-tiger thing. And he did look considerable more human than the other one.
"Uh... Hi... I didn't mean to bother anyone... If you just let me go I'll uh, I'll get out of your fur-HAIR!" Well if he hadn't looked like an idiot before he probably did now.
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