It's about ten minutes of walking and eating, tweeting along with Yuya if there's any conversation, before Allen gets bored. His little bird tummy is full, and while that will wear off shortly after transforming back into his every day form, for now, he's content.

Rather than ride Yuya's shoulder all the way home and risk exposure, Allen takes off into the air -- turning round for just a moment to chirp a thank you, goodbye -- and zips down the street and into a nearby dark alley.

He drops down behind a trashcan and, thinking he's alone, lets himself transform into a boy. His lavender eyes and silver hair may not be anything like the kingfisher's colors, but his wings stretch out from his hips as Allen reaches behind his neck and stretches.