Much to his surprise, his slight musings to himself were met with a response, in a tone that irritated him as he first heard it. When he looked up, there appeared to be a boy, simply nestled between the metal bends of the ferris wheel. He couldn’t believe his eyes - it was so high off the ground that he couldn’t imagine 1. how he got there or 2. how he was planning to come down.
Whoever this kid was, he was calling Crow an imitation, and he couldn’t understand why. It seemed like a crock of lies to say such a thing; after all, this kid didn’t even know him. Didn’t know his name, barely what he looked like, since he was wearing the Black Raven’s disguise, he didn’t now anything! So how dare he call him such a thing?
Just as he opened his mouth to say something, the kid leaped off the ferris wheel, and Crow took a few steps back, jaw falling slack when he noticed how gracefully he landed. Sure, Crow did parkour but to leap from that height was incredible!
…and he was still talking. Wait a second - did he say a crow’s gotta protect his turf?
He let out a smooth laugh before pulling the disguise off and setting it on the ground next to him. He then leaned back a bit, putting his hands in his pockets before looking over at the boy.
“Who am I supposed t’be? Why, I’m Crow! And by what you said, I’m assuming you’re Crow too!” He let out another amused laugh, though on the inside, he was slightly ticked at their sharing of names. “I guess y’could say we got a murder of crows ‘ere!”
Quite honestly, though he hoped it wouldn’t show, it took Crow quite a bit to process this new information. He thought the guy was copying him simply because of that kooky mask. To actually think this so-called-bird-of-the-same-feath had the same name as him… it caused a strange feeling to bubble up inside, one that he couldn’t quite describe.
He would say it was a mixture of jealously and joy.
Jealousy because it was his name! Not anyone else’s! Hadn’t he changed his name to reflect that? Instead of being a serial number, he chose something that individualize himself from the rest of his ‘brothers’ and ‘sisters’.
And joy because…
… well, he had his name! Did that mean one could steal things other objects? Things intangible like names and hearts and hopes and dreams? It was just what a pirate wanted to hear!
“Now I can’t deny it, thought I caught myself a loser at first! But you got the same name as me, maybe you ain’t as bad as I thought! Still a loser but not as much so! Congrats, you’ve earned a bit of my favor!” And Crow nodded sagely, as if were actually something to be proud of.
“But I can’t let you off the hook. This is my carnival. My home. What are you doin’ crawling around and around here?”