Who do you die for? - - open, Prompt.

Killian, being the lazy bastard he swore he wasn't, slept. He slept a lot, you know? It was probably his third favourite thing to do. That was indeed what he was doing when his present was left outside. Then the smell of someone familiar hit his nose, the sound of feathers shifting against feathers reached his ears, and his foggy eyes cracked open to see who the fuck was there.

When he looked outside and saw only paper and a bird, he squinted in confusion. Why was there paper outside his door? And a bird? Well, he could eat it. The hound crept closer and lowered his head to squint more at the writing on the paper. Aw, fuck, he had to read? He huffed out a sigh and pressed his nose against the paper, trying to make sense of the letters. It took him a while, but eventually he had a basic understanding of what he said.

"Damn, I guess I can't eat the bird then.." He sighed dramatically as he lifted the papers into his mouth and nudged the bird so it would move back inside. He fully intended on making it read all of this now. He'd thank Fenris later.

"SPEECH"

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