Saitou was washing his scarf when he sensed some movement behind him. Then, in an instant, something had landed nearby and was moving along the ground, skidding. He stopped, dropped his scarf, and looked to where the fallen object had left some marks. Is that–a seagull?
With the shadow of a confused look, he stooped beside it to inspect the bird, though careful not to touch it. He was wondering where it came from and why it had landed here. Did it break its wings? Or was it, perhaps, after some food from them?