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Man with scars on face: Hmm...!
The parrot is doing parrot things on the edge of the old restaurant's roof as five men and a teenager look up at it from the thin street. People pass by them; but some stop to look.
Passerby: Actually, this is a good thing. We got lucky.
Cop: I agree.
Passerby's girlfriend: Gakuto-kun, what the hell are you even doing?!
Passerby: Hold on honey, be right there with you. How about you buy us some ice-cream?
Passerby's girlfriend: I'll leave you behind!
Passerby: Ok, ok, catch you later then, go get that ice-cream.
Like a volcano, the girlfriend storms off- yet the man doesn't even see her go.
Man with scars on face: Luck won't be enough. We need a plan.
Punk with Pink hair: Yeah!
Smelly Beggar: Look what I found!
The beggar came back with a dirty wooden tray with both walnuts and almonds cut in small pieces.
Cop: Good job. But how should we use the bait?
ع Rin: It won't come for it if there's people. Even if it does- there's people.
Passerby: And we don't even have where to stash a parrot.
Man with scars on face: Hmm. Damn it. Yeah, so what, then?
The men and teenager scratch their head as one- as normal people stop to watch and whisper.
Cop: Go away! Nothing to see here.
Punk with Pink hair: Whatever we do, we do it fast! It's gonna fly off any second now!
Rin thinks. The men turn to her; hope glows in their eyes. Then she nods, quietly, unprompted.
ع Rin: If it's a tree, it will stand on it.
Smelly Beggar: ...Well, it also stands on other places.
Punk with Pink hair: It's not even standing on a tree right now!
But the scarred man stops them.
Man with scars on face: No time. Let's hear it.
