Oh, Hi, G'way [Bee][FINISHED]

[seraaches]

The child was prattling on about. . . something. Planes. Who cared about planes? No one, really. And especially not a brilliant Corvie who not only had wings but could still fly (glide, whatever), but was now fairly certain he was done listening to this thing blabber on like it actually had something worth saying.

"Yes, well," the Sparrow said lifting his head. "Good luck with that." He utterly missed the hopeful look. Well, missed the meaning of it. He was well-used to the large-eyed hopeful stares one poor being or another would send his way, but they were, of course, simply the pathetic attempts of lesser beings to make an impression on one far greater than the. By this point in his life, he barely even noticed such trivial things anymore.

It was a dismissal, a blatant one, and one that Owen compounded by leaving. He was going to get his coffee and then go home. He was bored with the plebeians roaming the streets today.

[Bee]

Apparently his hope was destined to come to nothing. As quickly as he had managed to snag the bird's attention, he lost it. He supposed he shouldn't be surprised--after all, he had had fellow scientists simply walk away mid-sentence, evidently forgetting who they were and they they were talking to him. Some kind of Science-Related Attention Deficit Disorder. Though Owen was quite a bit more upfront about his disinterest.

"Oh, uh...thanks," he said, a little perplexed. "Maybe I'll see you a...no? Okay."

He watched the bird leave, a little adrift. There went all that potentially useful metal. That could have been his key to conquering the sky. Or, just as likely, it could have been entirely unsuitable to his purposes. Wouldn't have worked out at all. Yes, go with that.

He took one last moment to ponder the missed opportunity (or potential disappointment!), before putting the bird out of his mind and getting back to business.