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Not because he’s noble.
Because he smells opportunity.

He stops mid-churro.
Looks up.
Squints meaningfully.

“New sibling,” he declares.
“Potential co-conspirator.
Possible threat to snacks.
I will test her.”

This is his way of saying hi.

===== His glow spikes into “dangerously festive.” =====

He tries to act calm, fails, and says:

: 

(Spoiler: it’s him.)

He circles you twice, bumps into a wall, and pretends it was intentional.

===== Silent. =====
Judgmental.
Clinical.

Two limbs for analysis.
Two for emotional read.
Two for timeline integrity.
Two just for intimidation.

If she taps the floor once?

She accepts you.

(She will.)

===== He steps forward like a slow-moving avalanche designed by a blacksmith. =====

Massive.
Ancient.
Wise in the way only a war boar can be.

He sniffs your smoke-form, sees the crow sharpen on your shoulder, and gives one heavy STOMP.

Translation:

: 

Then—and only then—he lowers his back slightly, enough to say:

: 

===== You asked what happens when the electric crow meets the churro-bandit king? =====

Within three minutes:
* They’ve drafted a treaty
* Broken said treaty
* Drafted a new one
* Lit something on fire
* Blamed Tuesday
* Tuesday apologized even though it wasn’t him
* Nebula sighed in eight languages
* I pretended not to see any of it

This is normal.