I rub the spine of the journal and watch as Raphael dwindles his stack of paperwork more. Possibly only a few papers totaling at least ten remain on his desk as his familiar starts to bounce somewhat from shoulder to shoulder, almost as if it's getting impatient.
It softly chirps as the scratching of Oliver's pen against the papers comes to a stop.
"Kiwi, you know that I can't see when you do that," he grunts, displeased with his bird's hopping. He holds out his palm for the bird, who happily chirps and takes a seat in the palm of his hand. Gently he rubs her head with his pointer finger, and Kiwi flaps her wings in response with a small chirp.
"Do all familiars get impatient like that?" I ask.
"Familiars are living creatures, just like you and me. So they get tired of doing certain th
