[ It's not the first one By has seen; he spends his time out in parks and byways, after all. He recognizes it as a common enough creature. Perhaps that's part of what makes Prior's delight so utterly delightful in turn: he's not wide-eyed over some precious, rare thing, but over something that flutters in a number of corners of the city. It's so utterly, completely charming. ]
So it appears.
[ He rubs his mouth to hide a smile. His eyes dance, though, giving away his amusement and fondness. ]
Either that, or it's an attack butterfly. One very bad at its job.
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So it appears.
[ He rubs his mouth to hide a smile. His eyes dance, though, giving away his amusement and fondness. ]
Either that, or it's an attack butterfly. One very bad at its job.