[The pigeons raise into the air and their death feathers float on through the air like allergy snipers. A moment of brief panic crosses Adrien's face, before his body gives up and lets loose with a sneezing fit.
It's okay. He'll be back in a second. Or he'll die. Either or.]
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It's okay. He'll be back in a second. Or he'll die. Either or.]