piff

"I'm actually from New York. I got into some..problems and was transferred here." Adrian shrugged.
"Where do you live?" He asked curious, looking at the map the office secretary gave to him. He wondered where he would be placed.
A small , perfectly round black bird with a purple underbelly landed on the table just in front of him.
"Piff." Adrian says in an annoyed tone, acknowledging the bird's presence.

"This is Piff. my personal satan." The bird flew to his shoulder and nipped his ear.
"Ow.." Adrian shoo'd off Piff.

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